Time is a passing

Wow. It’s amazing how the holidays, a baby and some sickness can take you off track.

The last couple of weeks have been a bit of a whirlwind. Before the little fella came along, two or three parties a week was a welcome event. Now Momma J and I find ourselves yearning for our bed at 8 p.m. when we’re out with friends.

Getting out is great though. Thankfully, the little fella is pretty easy going. If his belly is full, he’s pretty content to stare at the lights and the people around him. At a friend’s dinner on Friday, and gathering on Saturday, he was quite content to be passed around if people were willing.

Momma J and I have made a pact to take advantage of these times, as many people have told us babies are a lot tougher to take out once they start grabbing and moving.

Yesterday I saw signs of what is to come.

The little fella is starting to grab at stuff, and he’s not content with just eating and passing out anymore. By four o’clock yesterday afternoon, I hadn’t been able to get anything done, and I was pretty damn tired. Momma J had been out for a good part of the day, and I tried to put him down, but he would have none of it. He just wanted to play, which for him means shaking rattles and making faces for hours on end.

Don’t get me wrong I’m enjoying every minute. He’s a heck of a lot of fun now. It’s just more work, and I know it’s just the beginning. At times yesterday, I was kind of looking forward to eighteen years in the future when he heads off to school.

Only thing is, because he’s so great, we often talk about having another…

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