So, since the schitzophrenia that is Chicago weather blessed us with the high 50's today, we headed for the park. It was E's first visit to the park as a walker. He totally rocked it. He ran all over, up ramps, down stairs, up slides, through tunnels. Pretty spectacular when you consider that at this time last year, he was still all crunched up from, you know, the womb. It was bittersweet, though, since instead of chatting up my mom friends, I just ran around after my child and tried to keep him from dying. Just like every other day.
And he's awake. D'oh!