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I’ll tell you, having kids produces some highs and lows. And I haven’t even gotten to the point where Charles is reporting amusing anecdotes about other people’s thighs, or reminding us that it’s time to eat by repeatedly pointing at his wristwatch and gaping mouth. So far the greatest thing Charles does is grin like an idiot at pretty much everything, which is pretty entertaining, and sometimes during diaper changes he grabs his own junk and giggles, which is HILARIOUS, though often painful to watch.

His cousin Nathaniel is slightly more advanced in hilarity. Yesterday we were all at my aunt’s house in Lancaster, enjoying a spot of dessert, so Nathaniel decided it would be fun to steal everybody’s fork and all of their food. Later, he pulled his pants down and stumbled around. (I’ll try and get the pictures up later this week.)

Charles and Nathaniel also had lengthy conversations with my aunt’s sheep, although Nathaniel was a bit scared by them. Charles was mostly trying to figure out if there was any way he could eat one. (“How can I eat that” is his main train of thought; it applies also to neckties, fingers, furniture, chunks of drywall, cats, and paint.)

The lows consist mostly of when you go to put your son to bed at 8pm and he feels kinda warm, so you take his temperature and realize it’s 101.6. Not high enough to call 911, but high enough to make HW and me scramble for all our baby manuals and find out exactly what to do, which was “check it again later and see if it’s gone up.” Since he was asleep, we figured we’d check it in the morning, or earlier if he woke up.

Which he did. At 3am. With great displeasure. Sarah went in to try and calm him down; she changed him and gave him a bottle, but to no avail. She tried a little tylenol, which seemed to make him a bit happier, but didn’t make him tired. Around 3:30 I took over. We played on the floor for a bit, tried the bottle again, tried reading “The Little Engine That Could.” He rolled onto his belly, pulled his feet in, wedged his head into the corner, and seemed to be drifting off, until about 3 seconds before I was about to stand up and sneak out, he sat back up and said “Woowoowoo bleh DAH” and then sobbed a little. We played some more, and finally about 4 I said okay that’s enough, laid him down, and went back to bed. He alternated screaming and loud whimpering for about a half hour until Sarah went back in to get him.

She brought him into our bed, and together we calmed him down enough so that we all went to sleep around 5, until 8:30 when he woke up and grabbed my hair and giggled.

You may notice that this particular post is sort of rambling and makes no sense. This is because my son kept me awake from 3 to 5. Which you would KNOW if you would READ MORE CLOSELY. So there.