Things can change very suddenly for babies. Tuesday Carter started rubbing his eyes at 8 or so; this was about an hour early for him but we begrudgingly set him in his crib and braced to be up in the night. Instead he slept like a champ and has done every night.
I've been down in the basement a bit lately, now with a radio and room to roll my workbench out for more space. Tonight Carter came down to hang out in baby jail while I waxed two sets of skis. It's ski season, roughly, and I've got a new ride - this is the sports equivalent of buying a Corvette and leaving it in the garage for seven months. They're dual radius Fischers (13/17m, ski trippers) and I haven't been on carvers of that ilk since one glorious day at Baker over a decade ago.
Friday, February 03, 2012