One thing about having a two-year-old...she certainly won't let me wallow in self-pity or stay down for long. O received two helium balloons for Valentine's Day, a heart-shaped one from Marc's mom and from Marc a GINORMOUS one with monkey faces on it that plays...I kid you not..."I Got You, Babe." These two balloons have followed O all over the house for the last day and a half, bumping into door jambs and spontaneously bursting into song. This morning, I woke a bit early, intending to get some stuff done on the computer before O got up, but her spidey sense told her I was awake. I didn't hear her door open, but there was no missing her approach...she came running full-tilt into the dining room, huge smile on her face, balloons streaming out behind her, and a full head of crazy blond bed-head bouncing to the unmistakable tunes of Sonny and Cher. It was a great way to start my day.