I saw the above array of cloth diapers drying on my shower rod the other night and it made me realize how a chapter, or an era, or whatever you call it when I’m not in charge of someone’s health, safety, destiny, etc. is coming to a close in the next two months. It sure seems easier to not worry about some little creature or wonder “will Little Baby Goodman interfere with my ability to fall asleep on the living room floor at 9:30 every night?” [most likely: yes], but from what I’ve seen in the ultrasounds, it will only be a matter of 18 years before my supermodel-like daughter is supporting me well into my twilight years. I love you, little buddies!

Of other note: we launched a big website at work at 4 in the morning.