3mos, 1yr and the most wonderful time of the year..

Back again, not quite returning at full health from the land of the walking dead, but cured enough that I can be a vital part of society, vital enough. My wife is grateful that I no longer have to be quarantined, and what timing. Last Sunday was our day of days, that first of many, our one year anniversary. And the day before that, our beautiful baby boy just turned three months old and oh how he keeps growing and growing, like a little weed . . . albeit an adorable lil’ weed. All of the above going on and I was taken out of the game on account of plague, and I hated being out of commission during this of all seasons. So, why didn’t I just suck it up and plow through, to some degree I did, although I am the first to admit how much of a baby I am when I’m sick. I could have my arm half way torn off and wouldn’t flinch a bit, but give me the sniffles, a headache or add nausea and I am completely useless. Still, I would say my quarantine was a tad selfless, I was trying not to share the wealth of germs with my wife and three kids, beginning a new cycle of suffering that would increase with each new infestation and possibly return with a vengeance to its origins.

However, our day was still one to remember and our little man as always continues to wow me with his growth, not just in size but in personality and dexterity. For a while I thought Davin might slow in his physical progression, but he continues to grow like he was bitten by some radioactive insect. He still has not an ounce of body fat on him, well maybe an ounce, he doesn’t look anorexic, there just isn’t an ounce of fat anywhere to pinch on the kid save his cheeks. Which is funny because I was a fat baby. Hey, I saw that “I’m not surprised” look. I grew up in various stages of portly and concentration camp kid, at least my little man doesn’t take after his old man in either of those extremes, while skinny, he looks healthy. He’s definitely a hybrid of my wife and I. I keep telling her how much of her there is in him and she never believed it until my mom brought over an album of my baby pictures the other day. Looking at my baby pictures, it’s easier to see not only how much of me there is in him, but also how much cuter he is because of my wife.

And while it’s fun to have my little mini me who is a vastly improved version thanks to my beautiful bride, the best times are those few times, lately (due to chances of outbreak), when I get to play with him: to see him laugh over and over again as I clap his hands together and watch as he tries to mimic my faces and in turn witnessing him giggle again at himself or me as he tries over and over to mirror the tomfoolishness in my mug. Lately he’s also been trying to hold his own bottle and he loves to look directly into your eyes as he eats, the intensity of his stare amazes me, the focus he has, and how he loves to take in his surroundings. Not to mention, his innately inherited endless supply of expressions, and how much I love his annoyed look, like my wife, you can tell when he’s annoyed. So maybe you can understand how much it’s pained me to not be able to go to him when he was bawling his eyes out and I was hacking up a lung. I swear someone put some voodoo magic on me long ago, because I cannot get sick without this stupid cough irritating me long after every other symptom dies off.

And then to top it all off, our one year anniversary came in the midst of my illness. My wife and I have beaten the odds, we’ve stayed together through one hellava year and we’ve remained happily and blissfully intact. It’s the kind of thing that she deserved trumpets and confetti and parades dedicated to her sainthood for putting up with this sorry sac of mucus, but all I could offer her was a simple date and my earnest love and thankfully it turned out to be an amazing day together. I won’t bore you with the details, in fact, I keep trying to tell you that we’re truly boring people. It reminded me of our first dates in our favorite park, just cuddling (smiles wryly, which reminds me of the night a police officer asked us to take our quality time somewhere else) and talking the night away and that’s where we ended up on our anniversary, at the end of the night we went to the Disney’s Grand Californian Hotel and sat in the lobby talking, it’s a different kind of intimacy that I love having with my wife. And so, in a funny and twisted kind of way, I am glad I was sick on our first anniversary, who knows if we had opted for the fancy and flashy (sometimes I, well I often go overboard on these occasions, but with the recent purchase of a house and my diseased state we went for the more simple) we would of connected on that little lobby couch in such an intimate way passerby’s would blushed furiously, faces flushing bright red if they happen to gaze upon our fierce interlude. *smiles*

And now tomorrow it will be Halloween: “Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more.” I’ll bring a massive bag of cough drops and pop them like candy whilst I watch my little munchkins enjoy their night of dress up as they frolic from door to door and amass hordes of sugary goodness. Pushing my pooh bear along in his stroller and holding my wife’s hand and thinking about how much fall has become my favorite time of year.

that is all.