Max and Miles who, to Me, Will Always be Secretly Named "Gus"

The blog about Max and his little brother, Miles. Stunningly cute boys and future leaders of the rebel forces.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

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.


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