He loves to "talk" to inanimate objects, especially ceiling fans. Those ceiling fans, they are the best conversationalists I tell you. Our days are lazy and revolve around what rattling, primary colored, squishy toy we are going to play with next. I honestly couldn't ask for anything more. He's a good baby--I know most parents are going to say their baby is good when pressed, but he truly is a sweet, even-tempered baby. We've not had colic (I have no idea how awful colic must be...to those of you mamas and papas with a colicky baby, I pray for your sanity), we've not had hours and hours at night of glass shattering screaming (at least not since he was a few weeks old), he's sleeping through the night again, I could go on and on about how easy we have it. There are definitely some days when I want to put him up for sale on Craigslist, but then I always think about how awful it would be to end up the lead story on the 5 o'clock news when I most likely haven't showered yet that day. (Just kidding, Jojo! I would never wait that long to shower!)
So, all this to say that we're good, we're thriving, we're waving our hands in the air.