Every few years I want to switch careers. This, as you can imagine, has not made for the most financially stable of lives. There are just so many cool things to do in the world that I cannot possibly envision sticking with just one. My latest obsession is photography. And then there's that great American novel that I still need to write.Meanwhile, back on the farm, Ben's first word appears to be 'Ana'. Ana is, of course, the name of his babysitter. Ouch! I love Ana and am so glad that Ben loves her too, but I was so hoping that all that breast-feeding and getting up in the middle of the night with him etc would earn me the first word honor. I am probably being punished because I think that being with a baby right now is SO BORING. There. I said it. I am going to hell. But it is. B-O-R-I-N-G. I feel like I am having a daily labotomy. The first six months were great. We would sleep a little, read a little, stroll a little. Okay, I admit it. He basically did whatever I wanted him to and now he doesn't. Now he wants to do what he wants to do. Can you imagine? Where on earth could he have possibly gotten that from?