We're all trying, baby boy, we really are. You are mostly doing this, though. We love you anyway.

This picture is definitely nothing special. The fact that it exists at all is a testament to my persistence (stubbornness...). You have been sick, baby boy, fevers the last couple of nights and a LOT of crying and fussing. You are not a happy boy right now, and we cannot figure out why. So today you were here, crawling around under the table while we waited for results of tests which showed us nothing. A virus, they guess. Hopefully not a long-lasting one...Mama's tired, and you're miserable.

Will you be a reader like the rest of us, baby boy? So far you don't really sit still for books, like your sisters would. You are on the move, and books better be one page long, or they're just too slow for you.

You would still sleep in my bed every night if I let you, baby girl. You still wake up here most mornings, after a sleep middle of the night journey. And I still love watching you sleep, just like I did the night you were born.

There are other pictures from this day. Ones that tell more of a story, even, of our trip downtown to run errands, or of our trip to the park in the afternoon. But something about this one just won't let me go. That face looks like a promise to me, it gives me a glimpse down the road of what your older self might be.

The sweet little face that greets me every day when I get you up from your nap. I love the smell of your sweaty little head when you wake up, and as soon as I pick you up the first thing I do is bury my face in your neck and kiss it a few (dozen) times.

Halloween was not enough Star Wars for you, apparently. You get so absorbed, it's so much like watching your dad watch TV.