I sat in the back seat with her as we were trying to go home while she screamed and cried and then, for the first time ever, a tear slipped from her eye. Her first real tear. I nearly split in two as I wiped it from her eye.

How many more times will I do this? And what could be more torturous to a parent? I cried a little myself as a million things came to mind that she will cry over in her life. I suddenly hate teenage boys, fashion magazines and all Algebra teachers.

Mike quickly pulled off the 5 into PB and parked us at Chipotle so I could unlock August from The Damn Carseat and feed her. You've never seen two parents more stressed. You would have thought she was projectile vomiting and uttering her last coos. Really she was just overly tired and wanted us to hold her. After she had her snack and Mike and I satisfied ourselves with a couple of burritos we got back on the road. This time Mike sat in the back and I drove. He stroked her face as he talked and she was asleep in 5 minutes. Hmmph!

With that done, we stopped by our friends Michelle and Tim's housewarming party. August dazzled the crowd with her adorableness while Mike walked around with her like they were on the red carpet at the Grammys. We have developed our roles as such. Mike is the proud pappa. And I am the protective mamma bear. I watch her like a hawk from the next room. To my horror, on the tip of my tongue is "Back away from my baby, bitch or I'll claw your eyes out!" Thankfully, I have not needed to say that to anyone yet.