I went back a year ago, post-wise, to see what I was up to in November of 2007.  I always love doing that, but really I had an ulterior motive: I wanted to see what we did for Thanksgiving last year.

Yes, that’s why I have a blog.  I seriously cannot remember shit.

And on an unrelated note, did you know there is actually a diagnosable medical condition where you cannot distinguish between different faces?  I THINK I HAVE THIS.  I am HORRIBLE at recognizing people.. even people I’ve known for YEARS.. until they speak.  Same with celebrities.  I just pretty much suck at anything memory-related.. other than voices.. all around.

Anyway, so I was reading, and you know what I was doing around Thanksgiving?  I was thinking I was going to have a baby.  OH, THE IRONY OF IT ALL.  Every post from about mid-November on includes “lots of contractions, and any day now..” BWAHAHAHA.  

But then I came across one post, the post that is actually the first in The Newsletters, and it made me all teary-eyed.  I remember the anxiety of meeting this little person kicking my gizzard, the worry that I’d mess everything up, the fear of the not knowing.  And here we are, a year later, and I would never trade any of it.

Last night and tonight, the Binja and I have had some really good quality time.  He’s figured out how to make me laugh (like it took much effort), and he relishes in it.  It seems every day he gets light years older, and while I’m excited to see the wheels turn, it saddens me to see my baby crawl away.

You gotta admit, though.. he’s pretty damn cute.