I'm starting to feel a little more human. Evan is sturdier, less floppy and more consolable. I've walked downtown with the stroller in the winter sunshine, stopped at a fancy cafe for lunch. Positively ordinary, wonderfully so. The unexpected challenge? Not dealing with the poop-o-lanches, remembering to bring all his necessities or mastering the carseat. It's learning to accept that he's going to cry in public, and to not get stressed over it.
I am slowly becoming an on-the-fly mother. Dancing around a restaurant with him, getting him humming at the milk bar in ten seconds flat no matter where we are. It almost feels like I'm getting the hang of this. But I've been warned: the moment I say that, my son will change the game. Bring it on. Moo.