"[Ryder] knows all his colors and he's a wonderful mimic. He says things like 'elbow' and 'pimple.' He pointed at my pimple this morning and said, 'Pimple. Pimple.' I'm like, 'Thank you for pointing that out!' I did [have] a little bit [of postpartum depression]. Not a very intense depression, but I had a phase. In simple terms, I realized for the first time how much a human being is capable of loving something. Love is scary...If you're going to jump off that cliff you have to give [the person] everything. And when you have a kid, it's even on a much greater level...I feel more vivacious, more sexual, more alive, vital, fearless, and I think that it's because I'm seeing it in him. I watch him bolt across the room and scream at the top of his lungs in sheer joy and just ram himself into a wall, fall down, cry, and I'm going, 'He just went through a gamut of emotions and experienced all of them at that very moment.' I wish we could all find that place, that baby in us."