I’m reporting in for several reasons.
Firstly, I’m proud to report that I am as rested as I’ve been in several months, and I have Robert to thank. Each night, after the boy and I drench the bathroom and each other in a quixotic attempt to wash off the day’s supply of toddler gunk, my wife is in charge of getting the boy to sleep. For each of the past two nights, however, the honor has fallen to me, and I’ve responded by passing out on the floor beside the car/bed at around 8:45pm. Wonderful for the psyche; less so for those fickle neckbones.
Secondly, our proud little progeny has vaulted his way into the 40-40 Club. He is 40” tall, and he weighed in at an even 40 pounds at the laundromat this morning. This is why my lumbar region quietly whimpers to itself when Robert and I are on walkabout and I hear those magic words: “Carry me!”
And thirdly, it’s great to be out of the baby closet. The world now knows of our new Intrafamilial Adult-Child Parity Directive, and the always-helpful blogosphere has responded. Thank you all for your kind sentiments and your trenchant number-crunching, all of which makes the imminent pandemonium just a little easier to think about.