Life...Ahh...

I'm sitting here on the couch with a sweet, recently fed, sleeping three-month-old on my lap. I'm typing with one hand--my left; something I'm becoming really good at. This baby makes me so happy--nearly giddy sometimes--her instantaneous smiles, her what have recently become almost continual, precious babblings that I wish I could understand. What a blessing! I feel so unworthy of her.

I'm waiting for my little, talkative boy to get back from having a birthday lunch with his grandmother--a trip to McDonald's, which will mean a new toy. She gave him the choice of where to eat, as she does with each child on his/her turn. I knew what his choice would be. I'm sure she was cringing inside. I wait for him to come bouncing in the door with that toy (a real treasure, I'm sure) and a new book in hand.

A trip to Barnes and Noble always follows lunch on the annual birthday outing. So, what'll it be, I wonder, Robert Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island? A book on how to make spaceships? A paperdoll dress-up book with a million and one pieces? Or maybe something illustrating how to play soccer. Oh, the anticipation. It's killing me.