Father I had really intended to get back into the whole weblog thing full force after the first of the year. What I did not anticipate was Gabe entering his needy phase. Instead of being just a "lugable" he is now a human being with needs and desires (mostly desires) that must be filled (and filled right now).
From and evolutionary stance, this of course makes perfect sense. Gabe is, however dimly, aware of the dangers that surround him and he knows that his parents and can shield him from those dangers. From a parental stance, this is a giant pain in the ass. The happy infant who once played contentedly on the floor until he went to sleep has grown into the baby who tries on moods they way noir private eyes try on hats. Happy! Sad! Bored! Amusing myself! Pick me up, now! I 'm going to scream, just because I can!
And, just in case you were wondering, The Very Hungry Caterpillar reveals no deeper existential lessons even after several hundred readings.
In another unwelcome development, Gabe is displaying the pigheadedness that is a characteristic of the Anders clan. He is eight months old, and his development is right on track, but he just won't crawl. He hates being on his stomach, and when you put him there, he just refuses to do anything but cry and pathetically beat his feet against the floor. Stubbornness is only charming in other people's children.
So, in short, all future posts will be at the pleasure Gabriel Anders.
10:27:58 PM 
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