Sniffle, sniffle

I just dropped my baby off at the sitter's for the morning. I'm deeply torn about how to feel about it. On one hand, I am thrilled to pieces that I have the morning to myself to get things done (like start a bunch of blog posts and maybe set some to post themselves to keep you all entertained). But on the other hand, I was so sad when I walked away from the house that I had to hold back a tear or two.
It's so hard to believe how fast he has grown up in the last eleven months. See?
Sigh.