It rained today, the first time since the summer's heat.
Makes me think that Fall is truly coming. Football is here; I've started thinking about Halloween; and we've got all our holiday travel booked. Maybe Fall is truly coming. Maybe that's good, might give me something to write about. I've had so many things to write about this week and absolutely no time to get them out. Work again, as my primary foe, has proven resourceful this week at keeping me away from it. Sometimes work should take a hike.
Cohen turns two months old next week. I find this hard to believe even though I know it to be true. He has gained more than two pounds from his birthweight, and while I don't have measurements I can already see he's so much "longer" than he used to be. He's still a perfect little newborn, sleeping most of the time but spending an increasing amount of time awake and "playful" post feeding. He's great at night, doesn't fuss too much and, like Keaton, never spits up. Knowing what some people go through with babies, he's been our second blessing in that regard.
It's like 11pm and I'm stuck again. Maybe just not the week for writing. Goodnight.