I know most parents probably have more than five moments a day where they look at their children and think "HOLY SHIT, MY KID IS THE SMARTEST MOTHERFUCKER THIS SIDE OF THE MISSISSIPPI." Well, I can only assume this to be the case. Because this is what I do while playing with elliot on a daily basis. He has recently discovered his thumb. Up to this point, I never realized that this habit was picked up so early in babyhood. My child, not even four months old, has isolated his thumb, people. He has also figured out exactly how to twirl that ball on his jumperoo and laughs and flails his hands and legs uncontrollably in the bathtub. I would have never in my wildest dreams imagined myself in this place a year ago. A year ago I was preparing for a harried week at SXSW, taking down my Christmas tree in March, hastily sweeping the floor and cleaning the toilet so it didn't look quite as disgusting for the slew of houseguests that were about to descend upon my corner of the globe. Last year at this time, I was working in a restaurant, drinking margaritas on a nightly basis, and going to sleep at 6am. Now I am completely estatic when he doesn't scream his head off during "tummy time." But really, with a face like this--how could your world not be cosmically correct?