I feel like an awesome mom. No big reason, even let the baby throw herself off a dining room chair earlier. I just feel good. I was with her constantly since Thursday evening, which is rare- I usually have a bunch of design work to cram in and send her up the "holler" to the grandies for the afternoon on Friday or Saturday. But I didn't this weekend.
I also survived my first (after exactly a year and two months) free-range poop emergency.