Exhausted

I've always had a lot of respect for parents of young children, but after a day spent tending my niece, my admiration is through the roof. I had no idea how tired watching over an 8 month old could make a person. Don't get me wrong, I loved every minute of it, she's a sweetheart who was pretty much an angel (she even saved her messy diapers until her mom got home.) But still, you have to be on watch the entire time to make sure they don't roll off the bed, pull the dog's tail or put something in their mouths.

I can hardly believe how much she changes every day. When I left in February, her major occupation was spitting up - so much so that she wore a bib at all times and you didn't pick her up without a rag. Now she hardly spits up, but drools and babbles a lot. The one thing that hasn't changed is how much she loves her mom and prefers her over every other person, and I think that is just as it should be.

A line from an old Rolling Stones song always makes me think of her, "Ruby Tuesday":

When you change with every new day

One of my favorite groups, The Corrs, remade the song with the help of Ron Wood it's one of my favorites:

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