Sometimes I look at my cute -as-a-button one-year-old niece and wish with all my might that I was her. That looking outside was able to make me giddy with excitement and opening my mouth at inopportune moments to allow half chewed food out was actually acceptable. I wish that I couldn’t stand to sit for more then a few seconds because there was just too much to explore.

I could just do the simple thing (avoiding all the worries of childbearing and later child-caring) and hit up MorphThing.com to just digitally figure this whole thing out, but I can’t seem to get myself to actually upload our pictures. Somehow, it seems like cheating.

In my mind I’ve gone as far as to start a list of baby names… knowing that I can’t exactly go too far off the beaten track as my guy HATES unusual baby names, citing that they only lead children to feel like “outsiders”.