Right, so I turned 31 last Saturday. Happy birthday to me! I forgot to mention it, because it's not really a significant birthday. But, it's still important to celebrate each year that we complete, so I did that with lots of chocolate, licorice and grilled cheese sandwiches.

I'm really, really, really tired lately. I don't feel like I'm ever not depleted. I don't seem to ever get enough sleep to "fill up" that need. My energy is low, but my enthusiasm is still going pretty strong. I am enjoying Josh more and more as he learns to play more interactively with me, discover his world and communicate. The best thing about today was hiding behind the couch and having him crawl around the side and squeal with joy when he "found" me. No matter how many times I did it, he still found it hilarious and exciting. That kid is freaking awesome.

He's got these curls now, and they're so lovely, but people keep mistaking him for a girl. I suppose I need to cut his hair, but it's a painful thought. He's not even a year old yet... do I have to say goodbye to his goldilocks so soon? Babies can't get complexes, can they?