Live, With a Net. If, By "Net", You Mean "The Parents"

So, previously, our delay was due to a nasty, probably-not-quite-by-accident, virus. Now, what we got is a developing human being. Now, if you ask Gaia, She(?) might tell you that out little stander-upper is just another variation on a virus. But, guess what? We didn't ask Gaia.

Be that as it may, it does not change the fact that Max is requiring a bit more attention than months past. Not "requiring attention" in the "Dad! Mom! Watch this!" way, more in the "I'm-going-to-stand-here-until-I-fall-and-hopefully-you'll-catch-me" way. Watching Max used to involve watching him lay in one spot until he got grumpy, then you'd move him. If he was still grumpy, it was time for a nap.

Now, hell, even when you're right there he manages to do face plants in new and distressing ways. But, on a relieving note, we've discovered he can survive and thrive after numerous head injuries. . . jyst lyke hees dah-dee.

All of this is hopefully an explanation for present and future blog absences. Anytime you notice a gap in posting, just picture us, here; instead of blogging, we're sitting near Max with our hands out. It's like playing catch with your little sister: all of a sudden, everything you know about trajectory goes right out the window. You just put your arms out, close your eyes and hope Max hits your hands.