9.4.07
Where did my baby go?
I look at Leila and see less and less a baby and more and more a little girl with her own likes (macaroni) and dislikes (anything green, including that freaky stacking block that vibrates when you pull the frog leg). And tomorrow morning I drop her off at day care for the first time. And while I am nervous and excited and have explained to her a bunch of times what is going to happen, I worry at night before I can fall asleep. Because she is my baby. Even if it is becoming less and less apparent.
wunderwuman at 2:54 p.m.