And it continues.

How can something so dull be the source of such endless fascination?

August does nothing but eat and sleep. And yet my mother drove hundreds of miles just to see him.

Friend Christian made a late-night trek across the Bay just to kiss him.

I kiss him, too. Every 45 seconds or so. It never gets old, but I worry I might wear out the skin on his soft baby cheek.

The sibling dynamics remain consistent. Alden dotes. Kato feigns indifference.

We know he’s interested. He keeps getting closer and closer. But the moment I think he might be making the first attempt at actual contact…

…he dashes away to memories of a recent moment when he was the smallest, cutest, most endearing.

Things change. We’re learning it every second.