.becoming a mom made me a baby.

I'll be the first to admit, I am perhaps a little overly sensitive.

Exhibit A:
I was the kid with loads of stuffed animals. Too many to all fit on my bed at one time, in fact. My solution? The stuffed animal bedtime roster. Yes. That's right. I rotated my stuffed animals every night so no one would feel left out.

Exhibit B:
In the house I grew up in, we had some tall aspens in the front yard. Every summer, we would get terrible bouts of the "East winds." From my window, I could see the trees being pushed and bent by the wind. I would cry to my mother out of worry for those poor trees. What if they were scared? What if they were in pain? What if?!

Exhibit C:
I once had a complete melt down at girls camp when I saw another girl slowly killing an ant. Complete. Meltdown.

Becoming a mother has made this overactive sensitivity so much worse. Most notably, I seems I can't watch anything without dissolving into tears, especially children's movies for some reason...

Just of few of the movies that make me bawl:

*Stuart Little
*Toy Story
*Toy Story 2
*The Princess and The Frog
*Finding Nemo
*Paulie
*Ratatouille
*Shrek 2
*The Iron Giant 

and... {sigh}
* Elmo In Grouchland
That furry little red monster and his blanket named "Blanket" get me every time.