Right now, I am just enjoying the subtle pleasure of having my daughter sit next to me, eating her dinner in her highchair. She rambles on in a mix of gibbersih and her weird toddler language, mostly full of her thoughts and interests. She speaks of monkeys, bananas, fish, and her teacher, Amanda (at daycare). She just stuck her banana slices to her neck to see if they would stick, then began to discuss Ya-Ya (her way of saying her name) and Baby.
Anyhow, I felt the need to write this so I do not forget the small joys of parenthood.