I'm sorry to any who check on our blog how pitifully rarely anything is posted.  But it feels like too much work to post pictures and all that...so I just avoid it.  Anyway, I thought I'd just add a tidbit here.  I've just been thinking how much I love my little boy.  He is so so precious.  And I know all moms and dads think the same about their little ones and isn't that great?  It is the way it should be.  I love Carter's little giggles, his pure enjoyment of reading with me, his intense scrutiny as he concentrates on building an even higher tower of mega blocks,  the way he so eagerly reaches for his milk that he is bouncing on his tiptoes...  What a pleasure to witness his childish innocence.  I've been feeling somewhat frustrated lately that he doesn't like to stay at the childcare place at the gym while I do a group class, but then again, how can I be upset with him?  I'm not.  He's just used to having me all to himself every day, as he should be, and it's not really fair for me to suddenly drop him off in a strange new place and run away to exercise.  So instead of feeling frustrated today after he only lasted 15 minutes in the playroom before I was summoned to his rescue, I just felt so blessed that he loves me that much.  It is my bliss.