Speaking of brothers--this one's for mine. Love you, kid.

I want to write here, to remind myself, that not only is it going to be (eventually even if not every September 2005 night at 2am) worth it to have the second kid, but it will provide Otter with a little brother, one just about the same amount younger as my little bro is to me.

And let me tell you, having a little brother is, overall, pretty darn cool. No matter what, I can't imagine giving Otter anything better. (Feel free to remind me of this when I'm sleep-deprived and worn out and Otter is most likely demanding we put the new baby back in Mama's tummy. Whether or not he recognizes it at age 2, Otter is blessed to have a new brother.)