Wednesday rain.

Yesterday, it rained all day, which meant inside, we were bored. So we brought your bike in and your new yellow truck and pretty soon, there was a mess in every room. 

Monday, I told daddy he needed to figure out what he was going to feed us for the next two weeks, because I was checking out. So far we've had hashbrowns and eggs two nights in a row, and tacos. And I'm not complaining. At least about that.

You've grown really tall the last little while, and there is nothing about your little body now that resembles baby anything. Except the faces you make when you are sleeping. The last little while, we've wanted you in bed with us so at 11:00pm or so, we'll scoop you up and snuggle with you, sometimes with the lamp on, so we can watch you and kiss you and feel that happy/sad sort of feeling realizing how fast time has gone and how quickly and strongly you've grown. Though I think you'll always be our baby.

Last night I was counting all the times I had lost my patience with you, which was far less than the day before, but more than I should have. And I realized all day, all you really wanted was me. (And that really isn't so bad, after all.) You kept pulling me back to your room so I could watch you play. And no matter how busy I think I am, one day you'll grow right on out of this phase, and the next, and the next, and I don't want to look back wishing I would have laid on the floor with you, or read to, or tickled you more. 

I think today, we'll make cookies. And count all your tiny cars and color pictures of our new baby. Because soon, he'll be here. And nervously, apprehensively, I know things will change. 

I love you.

Love mommy.