Milieu of Me

I know I should blog, but I can’t even bring myself to stop and write a sentence about how life is right now.

That probably says something.

Things are going great, but not so great. You know how it is.

The baby is perfect, and I can’t bring myself to take myself away from him for a second because I am afraid he might be different. He’s just too cute, and silly, and fun these days, and I can’t justify the moments away from him.

This week in Florida he learned to say “Da-da” Now he shouts it from the rooftops all the time, except when he’s fussing and looking for me and then the “ma’s” come out. I love it. I love that he says words now and it makes him all the more cuter.

We’re all sick, like deathly sick. Grant got his first ear infection that required a trip to the ER our first day home from vacation. He quit eating, and so they sent us there to get him rehydrated. By the time the doctor got in he had recovered and got some drugs so he’s good now.

Emily lives here now and it’s the best thing since sliced bread. I have friends, and life seems fuller. I just wish that once things got fuller other things wouldn’t wane, so everything could be full for awhile. The boy and I are still working out adjustments to life with a baby in regards to our relationship and it’s the hardest thing I have ever done.