My one year ago today

and surprisingly (or perhaps not) I'm just as exhausted (maybe more so). As it turns out, that wasn't my favorite part -- I prefer these days. I prefer cutting a soft chicken taco into bite-sized pieces over pulling out the breast pump. I prefer making plans to attend AWP rather than reading about everybody else's. As it turns out, I'm not martyr material.

Also, Gideon's sense of humor has improved. Days are much more enjoyable -- despite all the home destruction and the recent introduction of tantrums.