whoa-whoa!

So over the last four months, when i felt like i was living at the hospital. . . the spawn got all big.

This week, he's decided that he's pretty much through with the whole diaper scene. Which is good, cause we had planned to go out and buy another whopping crate of disposables in the next week or so (which we use -- i mean used -- at night). A mixed blessing really. Now we have to find bathrooms, and underwear, and all that big kid stuff.

He's slept in his own bed for two nights - and only come into our room after it's light.

We've been walking up to the hospitals together in the morning ever since my second year. We just sling him up in a backpack and take 20 minutes together -- no matter what the time or how cold it's been. Today we realized that he's fast and direct enough to walk with us instead of being carried. In fact he ran, the whole way, to the displeasure of our weary legs.