overlong.

that's how reviewers have described new songs on new albums by built to spill and flaming lips. it's also apt for the amount of time since my last post. sorry.

seeing as how i am a new father and don't have an internet connection at mi casa, i haven't heard either of the new albums. i didn't even know they were forthcoming. but i can't see how long songs could be a bad thing.

anyway, we're still here. hopefully i've somehow atoned for my overlong absence with the plethora of pictures. plenty. (i love alliteration.)

i've had to write two papers from scratch (what, me draft?) in the last few days, and what with trying to give sara a breather every now and then...there just hasn't been time. i think we've actually been somewhat fortunate though, as the little squirmy frog has actually slept a bit more these last few nights.

it's practically impossible to keep him awake during the day. he's slept through a bath, countless diaper changes, even a rude father clapping in his ears.

i feel like we've been flirting with disaster, though, because we've taken him all over town already. we were at central market today and twice were asked how old he was. the reactions were the same..."oh, he's so young (with pity and a bit of disapproval)..." but, hey, if he's anything like his parents he's got an immune system like wolverine.

sara was worried pre-delivery that he would be boring. i of course disagreed. but i have to admit that i can see what she was talking about. what a dull existence. sleep, poop, eat, cry, eat, poop, sleep, smile at gastro-intestinal movements, cry, make weird faces, eat, sleep, poop...but we love him anyway.

for now.