A year go, she was attending classes at Mt. Sinai Hospital and practicing various prescribed parental techniques on plastic dolls and bracing for the big day with touchy-feely videos and xeroxed handouts.
A year later, she spends her day slinging thirty-plus pounds of trouble up and down stairs, has concocted the precise measurements for creating downtown Toronto's most succulent rice cereal, can plow a stroller through a crowd of tourists like an Arctic icebreaker, and regards two hours of uninterrupted sleep-and-or-Facebook time a luxury (stuff the instructor didn't tell her).
Today is Mom's birthday--or "Lidia", as she was known in her past life--and we couldn't be more proud of her. The boys are healthy, active, and getting into more and more hazardous situations on a daily basis--proof that she's doing everything right. I wish I could be around more to screw it all up...but that's what evenings and weekends (and the odd well-timed "sick day") are for. Happy Birthday, New Mom (can't you just smell the burnt-toast breakfasts?)