It's strangely warm and rainy here. I went out in the mugginess and found an old tole chandelier for a steal. Although, it needs new wires and paint, so when it's all said and done it might not be such a steal after all.
Jane has entered a whole new sphere. She's talking constantly, and I can actually catch most of it. She mimics Matt in everything he does. We noticed her trying to fold clothes out of the dryer, carefully tucking them under her chin, just like Matt does with his shirts.
The other day she got mad at me and pinched my leg. She's not a baby anymore, except late at night when I'm rocking her and she only wants me and no one else. There's still little glimmers of babydom.
She's the light of my life.