Well, not everything. I've never been a huge fan of babies/kids, but I figured (hoped) it would be different when I had my own. And it really is. So that part wasn't different than I expected.
I always thought I'd have three kids. Maybe four. One or two were completely not an option because that would be way too boring to be an only child or only to have one sibling. Recently I've been feeling like one kid would be fine. Not because I don't like parenthood, but I just don't want to start ALL OVER. And Beck is so much more fun now than during the whole baby phase that I'd like to have a baby and then skip the first year. Maybe I'll completely change my mind when I have another baby...surprise is the name of this game, anyway.
I was really oddly happy when I juiced a zucchini last summer and Beck drank it. REALLY ODDLY HAPPY.
Today Beck peed in the toilet while standing. The REALLY ODDLY HAPPY thing happened again.
This parenthood thing is weird. If you're not there yet, just you wait.
Look closely at our 'staches.
P.S. The other day Beck was saying, "Mommy, wook! Wook, Mommy!" I went to see what was so exciting, and I saw that he left a log (not the wood kind) on the bathroom floor. The REALLY ODDLY HAPPY thing didn't happen then. If you want to see a picture, let me know.