Go to the grocery store while you're growing up so fast. Make yourself useful. Or at least make mom a cocktail. On that thought... lets just stick with the cocktail. We'll send dad to the store.
My big ol' baby is ONE in only two days. WTH? Just yesterday I had a baby. That's why my clothes are all still snug, right? It JUST happened? Whatever. I welcome these double chins (photoshop them out, please) and this squishy middle (can we bring back elastic?) I'd do it all again tomorrow... except that whole pre-epidural hours of contractions thing. We can leave that part out. Actually, it's long enough ago that I'd consider no drugs. Clearly, my mommy memory is faulty.