This is Emma's last month before turning 2. She's thinking about weaning; she went a few nights without nursing, then tonight when I was bringing her upstairs she said, "Boob!" and started poking. I asked her, "Do you want the boob?" and she started laughing, like it was the coolest and funniest thing that a) I understood, and b) she was going to nurse.

She laughs a lot lately, and over the funniest things. At least, they're funny to her. She'll be watching "Bear in the Big Blue House," and suddenly she's cracking up over Tutter or Treelo or Ojo...it could be anyone. And sometimes she forces out laughter until her face is red and the tendons on her neck are actually sticking out...it is absolutely hysterical. She loves to laugh that much.

There are times when I look at her and I wonder just what I did to have such a precious treasure in my life. I think back on when I got pregnant, and I remember what my life was like; I had no idea that it was changing in such a miraculous way. One day, I'm just muddling through, the next day, two lines on the pregnancy test. Incredible.

But this isn't about me, it's about my precious little girl. My little girl that's getting bigger now. I measured her the other day, and she's 32 3/4 inches tall. You double their height when they're two to get their adult height. That would make her almost 5'4 when she's fully grown. Heck...I can't handle her being two...why am I thinking about when she's full grown???