"Hard to believe Michael will be a year old tomorrow."
"The calendar doesn't lie. Although time is arbitrary. What is a year, really? Random days and night shoved together helping us remember the time that has already passed but warning us of the limited time we have left. You're still talking? Jeez, talk about rambling..."
"This isn't my house. Whose nightclothes are these? Where's my underwear? What's a crayon doing in there?"