The baby

So, the baby is six months old now.
It's hard to believe. The time has gone by in a wink.
August was born April 25th. A boy. 7 lbs, 11 oz.
He is beautiful, cheerful, soft, fleshy, crafty. A big, healthy boy.
He loves fabric, things that crinkle, soft books.
He likes it when we sing to him, and we do ALL THE TIME. We narrate our whole existence with songs. "Let's change your diaper" "Who's that cute cute baby?" "Going to see Nana" "Oh, the bunnies"...there's a whole catalog of 'em.

We still don't sleep well. More precisely, I don't sleep well because August likes to eat and we haven't had the stones to sleep train him. I think because James read something that said if he cries too much he could get brain damage. We know that he's not in the danger zone of damage from too much crying, but really almost any crying would represent a sea change from Augie's mostly sunny personality, so why risk it? We know, we know, it's just going to get harder the older he gets. We'll get on that soon, really we will.

Right now he's taking an afternoon snooze right next to me on the bed. Life is crazy, busy, exhausting, I feel harried, hurried, ragged, but I have never been happier in my life.