I know, I know, there's nothing quite as boring as someone starting a blog post with an apology for how long it's been since their last post. But there has been grousing from some quarters about the infrequent nature of my missives, and for that, I'm truly sorry. Life has this habit of getting away from me just a little bit, and sadly, anything long form here tends to be one of the first casualties.

Kate's closing in on seven months old, which doesn't seem possible, really. Between learning how to be a parent, and the new job at Wired magazine that started almost exactly the same time, it's been an amazing, if exhausting, half a year.

We saw some friends at a party this past weekend with a little baby who's just four weeks old. What's funny is that our first evening outing with Kate was a visit to their house when Kate was just three or four weeks old. On Friday, they were completely frazzled, looking a little shell-shocked, asking us when things get easier, just as I'm sure we were six months ago.

But of course now, we feel like we're old pros. There's a million things we don't know about, and a million ways that I'm sure Kate will change as she grows, but the sort of dull, throbbing panic that threatened to overwhelm in the first few months is gone for me now, thank God. In fact, it's funny to think back on it.

Things are pretty amazingly good, and Kristen and I spend a lot of time reminding ourselves how lucky we are to have each other, and Kate, and our friends and family. It's a time that I want to make sure we remember as best we can, because just like that tiny tiny baby we held half a year ago, it will be fleeting.

Oh, and that Kate? She likes sweet potatoes.

AuthorMark McClusky