It was the longest month, it was the shortest month. I don’t think I’ve tried to form as many long-term memories at any time in my life as I have in the past 4 weeks. What a ride! Speaking of rides, Noah loves his new ‘gandulina’*… especially when you rock it hard like it was possessed by a devil. I’d be scared of flying out of the thing, but he falls asleep. (*Spanish for ‘Lazy-boy’)
To all those who told me that having a baby was so much more difficult than raising a puppy… wrong! Like I said, you don’t know Jack. Literally. My dog Jackson had a ridiculous case of separation anxiety as a puppy — howling and whining and keeping me up all night long, destroying the house whenever I went away, and he a bad tummy to boot so I was constantly cleaning up after his vomit and loose poop. It took nearly a year for him to get over most of it. And have I mentioned his drooling? So I’m sorry to disappoint you, but Noah is a walk in the park compared to the Jack-beast.
Thanks to Alex & Becky for the awesome tee.
Noah got a bit of ‘baby acne’ all over, mostly on his face and chest. Excess hormones from the breastmilk. It’ll go away and it doesn’t seem to bother him much, except for looking like a teenager 13 years too soon.
Los abuelos [the grandparents] flew in from Spain last week (and boy, were their arms tired). That means it’s family picture time!
Sporty Dad!