Sorry I've been out of touch lately. Things are just skirting completely overwhelming here. The boy is amazing, as I've told dozens and dozens of people, but there was a week or two there when it just felt like there wasn't boundaries on the days and nights. The boy wasn't awake all the time, just often enough that you were kept entirely off guard. I sought to deflect as much as I could from K's duties. That meant bottle-feeding, and trying my best to struggle through until 2 or 3.

But sometimes I couldn't.

And lying there in the bed, I just couldn't do it. I had my eyes closed and I was lying there, and I just couldn't get up.

K is a superstar. She has entered into a fugue state where she functions with the boy, connected through the obvious ways and also through more subtle ways. When I call in the middle of the day they are laughing and engaging in activities like playing with colors and singing songs.

All I do at night, sadly, is hold him in my arms while he sleeps, then stick a bottle in mouth when he cries. His growth is amazing. He is spanning his bassinet, so he's moved into his own room, in a crib. He's shouting, I feed him, he's shouting, K feeds him, I never play with him. He wears me down, and he's made us his food and warmth delivery-systems.

At work, everyone knows that the kid is kicking my ass. They wonder about how such a little man can kick such a big man's ass. I wonder how he does it, too.