The life o' Riley

Roll out the little red welcome wagon: it's our first post. I'm glad we had a chance to survive Riley's first year before I was asked to start chronicling our adventures online, even though that meant many notable moments went straight to Riley's running list of topics to broach with her therapist in the future rather than this blog. But we'll do our best to catch up. Here are the basics: I'm trying to work from home as a freelance writer as I juggle the responsibilites of the most important job title I'll ever have -- Riley's Mom. Fortunately, I'm gifted with a much nicer baby than my mother keeps telling me I deserve. But even with the happiest toddler on the block underfoot, there's still a toddler underfoot. And not just underfoot -- under computer, into cabinets, against baby gate, across room and after cat. Even now, she's skittering around imitating the kitty. She hasn't gotten the full "meow" down, she just says "OW!" My husband and I think she's cute, but everyone else thinks she's in constant pain. Speaking of pain, she just had a particularly hard landing as she tried to pull up on the coffee table. Must go do that mom thing now...