Tomorrow, Calvin will 1 years old. It's incredible to believe that his infant year slipped by, just like that. I watched as little teeth filled his mouth, and his loving toothless smile turned to toothy mischievious laugher. I hear this joyful giggle especially late into his wake window. It's like the thinnest line between the time of his life and complete meltdown. It's my absolute favorite time to play with him. When he takes baths, he stands up and starts throwing stuff out of the tub, laughing every time I say no firmly. He thinks it's a game. He gives John and I (and probably anyone else that would let him get close enough) the biggest, wettest, suctioneist, loudest kisses. He "wah-wahs" with his little hands, claps, points, dances, and makes snoring sounds when he sees sleeping babies in books. Sometimes he will hold my hand and walk, leading me around the room like he forgot that he doesn't know how to walk yet. He's able to stumble...