Finally, some pictures! Blame the move for lost cords that ended up being where they were supposed to be; imagine that.

He fell off my bed today.

For the last week, I've had this thing going through my head: "In a second; in a second." That's what mothers tell you, that it's that one second that you turn away that he will fall, or put that poison in his mouth.

I feel so miserable about it, though after a lot of screaming, he seemed fine. I want to know why just anyone can have these babies, when I'm obviously so bad at it.