After a Long Absence

A month and a half is a very long time in the life of a toddler. For example, since I last posted to this blog, I have a toddler. I blinked the other day and Margot was all, "So, yeah, I'm not a baby anymore, ok?" And then she climbed atop the fridge to fetch herself some Cheerios.

In the last six weeks she has flown to California and back (yes, her arms are super tired), turned one, she has swam (ok, sat) in the ocean, and has very nearly mastered both the closed-lipped kiss and the "down came the rain" part of Itsy Bitsy Spider. It's fast times down here in New Orleans.