here we are again

american Italian food is such a travesty

I've realized I don't really miss California lately, although I do miss my stuff (especially kitchen stuff) but I do really miss the time before I got pregnant with the baby and started throwing up every day. Back when it was just me and my little buddy, playing in the big playpen and taking long walks and baking with him in his "station" beside me. I love him now, obviously, and the baby, but I miss that little toddler guy. After his naps we would sit in the big bed together, looking out the window, and sometimes I would think about what has only become more and more true: this is so lovely I'll miss it the rest of my life. I'm glad I enjoyed it so much when it was happening. It went by so slowly and so, so fast.