Hard as it is to believe, we're settling into a nice routine around Chez Goodale. I've gone back to work, where they've been nice enough to pretend I don't smell like sour milk and baby feces. It's a bit strange not having Mel and Mark around, but I'm enjoying interacting with adults again. I've even managed to avoid reflexively cleaning food off the faces of my co-workers.

Next week promises to be fun - my folks are coming into town Saturday, and we're headed down to L.A. on Wednesday to introduce Mark to his Great-Grandmother, as well as a couple of the college gang. If we have time, we'll probably stop by campus and see what sorts of baby wear we can deck him out in this coming football season. (Hey, we're in Tree/Dirty Bear territory - it's purely a defensive move.)