back, and not a moment too soon. One more day gone and I may have lost my freakin' mind. Being away from Ash and Ezra for so long gave me renewed sympathy for soldiers, North Slope oil workers and space station astronauts. And while I thoroughly enjoyed Cali, I have come face to face with the reality that being near the fam is simply a prerequisite for happiness from now on. Anyway, enough of that. It's been a huge relief to be back. Ez seems about 2 years older than when I left him -- he's crawling like a pro, standing all the time (still on tippy-toes), and even riding his own hog. Wear a helmet there, kiddo.
I returned just in time to plunge headlong into reporting furiously on the swine flu. As of this evening, the cases in the Chicago area have jumped from 17 this morning to 41 by 6pm. This is a sobering experience now that we are in charge of a vulnerable little one. We're not freaking out or anything, but we no longer have the luxury of not taking this sort of thing seriously. We've been dipping ourselves in Purell nightly, canceled our field trip to the factory farm in Guadalajara, and hired local gang members to guard the front door. We wouldn't want to overreact or anything.
Meanwhile, the sleep situation -- which we have glossed over here recently -- is dire. All progress from late winter has evaporated. After some flirtation with what we took to be a gentler system of sleep training, we are edging back toward Gitmo methods. It has been a pretty maddening experience, and given the disruptions to our routine on the horizon (week-long trips in both May and June), we're not especially optimistic about seeing results very soon. But even a little progress, which does seem to be within reach, would make an enormous difference.
Still, Ezra delights and amazes. You gotta love that booty.
Much love,
Gabe, Ash and Ez
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Lovin his dimples :)
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