Chip is probably our last kid. He’s definitely the last one I’ll be pregnant with at least. So when he looses the cute baby and toddler mannerisms it makes me extra sad. For example, he has stopped calling his favorite teacher ‘nanny!!’ and calls him by a pretty well pronounced version of his name. Train…

(I wrote this in March 2005 when Chip was 3 months old.) What I will miss when Chip is no longer a baby: How tiny yet present he is. How just showing up makes him stop crying and start cooing and laughing. How simple his needs are. His goofy toothless grins. That he lets me…