Why?

Why is it that at the end of each day I have cute and fun things to tell Ryan about my day, but if I don't write them down, they disappear?
One I do remember...
on Sunday, we went to my aunt and uncle's house for a family get together. The kids were all playing outside. I went to get Katie to take her home, and as I picked her up, I thought, "I had forgotten she had underwear on. Wait! she doesn't! Where is her diaper?!?!" Thus followed a lengthy and thorough search of the backyard and inside the home. All to no avail. I asked Katie to help me find her diaper, (because I really didn't want anyone to find a used diaper weeks or months after we had been there) and she showed me where she had taken it off. No diaper. Then I asked her cousin Joseph (age 7, almost 8) if he had seen the diaper. Success! The dog had been chewing on it, so another, older cousin threw it away. Sigh of relief. Stories like that have always been funny when they are someone else's child. And it was, but mostly it was embarrassing and worrisome at the time, and funny now.

Related to that... Katie is doing very well in the potty training department. She will wear underwear until her nap, with no accidents, and then we put Pull-ups on. After her nap, she can usually be persuaded to wear underwear again. Sometimes she doesn't want to worry about the underwear, so she declines. We used to argue about whether she should wear Pull-Ups or diapers while she is sleeping, but then I decided I didn't really want to fight about her wearing the Pull-Ups when I wanted her to wear diapers (they are cheaper).
I am excited that she seems to really get the concept of going to the bathroom on the potty, and she can be bribed into doing it if she doesn't want to.
I think that if she didn't wear the Pull-ups or diapers, she would be completely trained, but I really don't want to deal with a wet bed after she sleeps.
Well, I am feeling really good. I cleaned out most of the garage this week, and compressed many many empty boxes that were taking up space in one of my storage rooms. I have felt fairly useless and unproductive until this point, so it is nice to be able to say I have accomplished something.
I think I had a little post partem depression at first. I remember thinking at around a week that I had been taking care of Elayna forever, and then I started crying because I was going to be raising children for the rest of my life! Or at least the next 20-30 years. I'm still planning on doing that, but it doesn't seem nearly as overwhelming and depressing as it did.
I also remember that the first week or two passed by so very s...l...o...w. But now, she is already 7 weeks old! She is smiling in recognition and when we talk to her. She stays awake more during the day and likes to be outside.
Katie is learning new words and phrases so quickly. A while ago, when we were sick, she was praying, and I prompted her to say "please help me to feel better" and she paraphrased it as "mom and katie better". So cute. It made me feel good to know she was concerned about me.
This morning, I picked Katie up from Irma's house (Katie spends the night there once a week). Katie hugged me and told me she had missed me. Oh! What joy! Of course, then Irma told me she had spent most of the morning talking to a statue of a girl that she called Mommy. And when I had talked to Irma on the phone earlier, Katie didn't want to talk to me. :(
Well, for not remembering anything to tell, this was a long post.