After posting my quick foggy-brained messed-up-white-balance photos of the toy shelf the other day, I just had to post a redo. Just for myself. Just because my camera and I haven't had enough time together this year and throwing up images (or words or whatever) that aren't quite right has never been my style and makes me feel all cringey inside.
I'm more emotional watching Hal turn one than I was with Clark or Alice. He is likely the last baby. This is likely the end of babyland in this house. Even as I have to fight to loosen my grip on it, part of me is ready to use both hands again. It's been a long hard year and I was exhausted but awake for almost all of it. What on Earth will I do with a full night of sleep and two hands? Lots, I guess. For one, I will take more pictures.