bluuuuuur... this is friendship as an adult woman: assisted in the birth last week, bloody to elbows (and between toes?), caught placenta, tied cord, uhhhh-mazing experience, reminded me of why i wanted to have more babies, or catch them at least. proud mama of a first grader, no more coddling these little ones but the teacher is quite a bit younger than i. cute, perky, not terrifically responsive. thankfully i have a proactive learner. and speaking of her...she's hating her dad at the moment. ('which daddy?' lorenzo asks. with a sigh, 'oh. bk?') forcing food down on his behalf and he's pissy when i bring it up. 'daddy puts us to bed early so he can leave sooner.' what a fucking disappointment you turned out to be. she's working through it now instead of waiting until her 30s and i'm proud to be her mama. proud to be the mama as well of this insanely thriving business which is shortly doubling output. whole foods and food emporium and oprah and weddings and tastings and on and on and on. here we go... whee!