What a difference a year can make

I cannot believe that it has been almost a year since Helena was born. That cold snowy day-into night-into the crack of dawn will be forever engrained in my memory.

I was just reflecting on how much I've changed in the course of the year. It's no secret that before Helena I was NOT a baby person. I used to look at screaming babies and think, "shudddup!" Harsh, I know. Today it's a whole different story. Now I look at the screaming baby's parents and think, "What the hell are you doing?!" I resist the urge to grab the baby, give them a good squeeze and make everything better. At Target, for example, I saw a tiny little baby screaming his head off, glaring at his father. The dad says to his son, "Why are you so grumpy today?" The boy had NO footwear- no socks, no shoes, no blanket- nothing. By Chicago standards it is warm today (35), but not THAT warm. Yeah, not so much grumpy, as freezing my freaking feet off Dad! Geesh.

SO I'm still very easily annoyed, I've just redirected my angst. And rightly so.