Even as I type this, I can hear monkey talking away in his cot. I only put him down about 20 minutes ago. Frustrating. Hopefully this means that he will crash out good and proper soon and have an awesomely awesome nights sleep.
I didn't go for a walk today, and boy can I notice the difference in my mood. The relationship between depression and exercise seems to be quite evident. I can see why people harp on about the importance of squeezing some in everyday.
This is totally my son. He is so curious, and so captivated by everything and everyone. I love that we will be able to explore together when he gets older.