a long walk

Have you've seen any of those cooking competitions where the chefs create a cake that is five feet high and shoots of fireworks? Or the candy competitions with psychedelic gravity-defying sculptures? At the very end of the competition, the chefs have to carry their creations from the kitchens to the display table for judging. Last night after Nate ate his (second) dinner and was dozing off in my lap I pondered the walk from the rocking chair to the crib, feeling very much like those chefs. One fasle move and the cake comes crashing down. Or the baby wakes up. Unfortunately for me, I think the chefs have a better record of making it to their goal!