As my littlest baby turned two years old today, I was stereotypically overcome with that nostalgia so common on days of importance in our lives.  Every day I think of how short life is, but on days like today the feeling is multiplied.  He's only two so birthdays don't mean much and he didn't understand why he was receiving gifts randomly. Over all, the day was a good one.  This was in HUGE contrast to the previous night. On the eve of his two year birthday, he discovered how to climb out of his crib at bed time... Aaaaaaahhhhh! This is just more frustration than I could handle and it was an hour long fight to get this kid to bed. I was hysterical... as in, my mother had to come over to calm me down hysterical. Thank GOD for good mothers! My help hot-line IS my poor mother. : ) I encourage all of you, whether you're a mother or not, (but ESPECIALLY if you are) to establish your own hot-line. Someone, or a group of someones who will just listen to you in your moment of crisis.  Even if they can't offer you great, intelligent advice, getting it off your chest is just so amazingly therapeutic.

Correction: This blog was written in March, not on July 10th, like blogspot is insisting.