I am not what you might call a "baby person." I am excited to be (GET) pregnant, (am not currently pregnant (that I know of)) and very excited to see what kind of an amazing little person God thinks I can handle, but babies are HARD. I do not do well on limited amounts of sleep. I do not remember feeling panicked at the speedy-speed with which Sawyer grows until lately. I LOVE her as a toddler, she is my little buddy and I feel like I can communicate with her and that we "get" each other. Today when she marched herself out to the backyard and climbed up on the neighbor's trampoline, took off her shoes (like she's supposed to) and went to jumpin', all by her onesie, (thank you Jack Sparrow for that little turn of phrase.) I couldn't believe it. Soon she'll be climbing onto the back of motorcycles with good-fer-nothin' biker boys. Better not.