My alarm clock for the past two weeks has been little feet kicking the wall: thump thump thump -- Daddywakeupwakeupwakeup! That's the cue to start the day, and it is ignored at my own peril.
I am a slug this week; doing what slugs do. There are perpetual messes around the house. I ignore those at my own peril as well. Some are easier to ignore than others.
I am thankful for our new son. He is suspiciously normal. Almost too normal. He doesn't cry really at all. Just kinda grunts with an air of dissatisfaction when there is a problem. Happy just to eat and poop and sleep. I love him.
Sluggishness doesn't make for compelling discussion. I'll jazz it up by pointing out something neat:
Parenting is totally awesome.