'I'm outta here, Mommy'

Kieran has gone from a crawl commanding the size of an area rug to the entire house overnight, and also pulled himself up to standing while holding on to my legs. I have no idea how all this happened so fast. We did some preliminary babyproofing (outlet covers, moving cables/cords out of reach and one drawer latch) already, but this weekend will be spent packing up the rest of the living room upstairs that is full of fragile and oh-so-appealing things for babies to grab and throw.

God, he is growing up so quickly. We watched some video of the day we brought him home from the hospital and I just about cried, that little helpless newborn is already such a distant memory to us both. A friend's son is getting married very soon, and the thought of that being Kieran one day is just too much for words. I find myself spending more time studying his face, the look of determination as he charges across the kitchen floor, trying to freeze-frame images in my mind because I know all too soon my baby will be letting himself out of the house and out into the world. I am so not ready for that!

HALF! It's HALF!

I was overjoyed to hear Ana Ng by They Might Be Giants played on The End on my way to work, so much so that I happily sat in the parking lot and made myself late so I could hear it through to the end.

It reminded me of a longstanding arguement I've had with someone about part of the lyrics though. He insists it's 'I don't want the world, I just want your hat'. I & everyone else know the truth; it's half, not hat. Nonetheless, I should probably email him and ressurect the debate, it's been a few years.