It's Skye's first birthday! He's so mature that he claimed several firsts today: got off the couch all by himself, waved goodbye, ate apple pie, rode in a funny little wooden wagon, and let his mother wipe his nose without trying to eat the Kleenex. What a big, contributive member of society! He's the most charming one-year-old I know. This time a year ago, I was striding around the park near my mother's house in the light of the setting sun, grumbling about how I was NEVER going to go into labor (never mind the fact that my due date was still a week away). And of course, rather suddenly, I had a contraction and Skye was born three hours later.