When I found out I was pregnant with Violet I imagined all of the cool things we'd do together. All of the special memories Rob and I would create for her both as responsible, typical parents and as young, fun parents. She's finally at an age where these desires we have to make her childhood special and magical can start to be acted upon, and that it means something to her when we do. What little girl wouldn't love to be told she was going to bed, made all ready and then instead whisked out to the car on a late night trip to the toy store to buy Woody? This little girl loved it. I love the joy and the excitement she has, I love knowing that she knows this was a treat, and how happy it makes her. I love knowing that for all the times I've had to clean something when she wants to play or be somewhere when she doesn't want to leave the park there are, and will be times like this, when we can surprise her with something that's just about her. And that there will be the chance to do it all over again with Beatie when she gets a little older. I think I'm addicted to babies, I can't get enough of this joy for living they have when everything is new and a first time.