(And, yes, I am going to continue on and pretend like my last post wasn't Valentine's Day. Ahem.)
Five whole months. Who is this mini-human who sits in a high chair and wolfs down mashed banana and squawks like a pterodactyl when he's playing? (And why does "pterodactyl" have a silent 'p'? That is totally not fair. And "pneumonia"...silent 'p', who thought that was a good idea?)
I used to play the violin. I was never very good and I blame my mother for driving me to quit (another story for another day). My favorite song to play was one called Perpetual Motion. I think I liked it so much because it was quick and there was always something going on. My life is a song of Perpetual Motion right now. And I don't feel like I've changed much since I was the pitiful violinist who loved to eek out that tune. I'm still very much an amateur, and I don't feel very good at what I'm doing most days.