Good Friday and good riddance

Sweet bliss...tonight will mark the final dose of J's 10-day course of Augmentin. And hopefully, it will also mark the end of the horrific diarrhea and diaper rash that is accompanying this antibiotic run. Ah, but at least the vomiting ended Tuesday night--after 3 days of upchucking good times (including a particularly enjoyable inaugural episode during lunch at the Ch&&secake Factory last weekend).

The girl, despite her weeping chafed red bum, is v close to walking unaided. There's an awful lot of standing up unassisted for several seconds at a time in these parts, not to mention all of the walk-behind fun she's having with her rolling push-walker.

Last year, when I was far along in the throes of pregnancy, we attended a friend's party and another couple in attendance were in the backyard, the father holding his year-old daughter's hands while helping her toddle around the yard as she learned to walk. It was so beautiful to see that it brought tears to my eyes...I couldn't wait to see A doing that same thing with our girl one day. And it looks like soon we will have that precious moment in time. I hope I can get a picture when it happens, and if not, the picture in my mind will last forever, as so many of them do. Images burned into memory of days I never dreamed I'd have.