Nathan unexpectedly reached another significant milestone today, seeing his first football game of the season. Sure, it was:
a. A cream-puff game with no quarterback tackles
b. A scrimmage between two squads from the same school
c. Florida (ack)

But it was still football! After making some noises that we interpreted as, "poo on Tim Tebow," he's now wrapped up like a burrito for an afternoon nap. Incidentally, Cat is also down for the count, since she has been doing a great job taking care of the midnight feeding and changing in preparation for my return to work next week.
For the past two days, Nathan has been staying awake longer after having been fed and changed. He has been more alert recently, taking in his surroundings and even appearing to respond to a song or a bit of exercise on the floor with Dad. Part of this may be due to a certain amount of sensory deprivation now that Grandpa and Nana F. (the name of choice, for now at least) have left. We'll see how he performs once Meemaw and Peepaw B. arrive on Sunday.
Yesterday's 80-degree weather presented an excellent opportunity to take the bike out of hibernation for a short ride down to the post office to mail out my tax returns. I had suspected this beforehand, but the ride, brief as it was, confirmed my suspicion that my "sympathy pregnancy" of the past nine months has been most unkind to my body. Considering the
pregnant man that has been in the news recently, I had better get my butt on the bike more often to work off this belly with a few laps around the
Millenium Trail. In fact, I think it's time for one now.