We're starting to feel a little more human. Evan is sturdier, less floppy and more consolable. We'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.

We're slowly becoming on-the-fly parents. Dancing around a restaurant with him, getting him humming at the milk bar in ten seconds flat no matter where we are.

Best of all, our champion eater has given his mom a fantastic gift by taking to the occasional bottle. I've figured out the pump to express milk, which makes you feel, well, very dairy - but what a revelation. I went to yoga this week. Yoga! Heaven. It's never felt so good to be so sore. Justin can feed him now, a real treat. It's a pretty special feeling to be able to fill that belly and watch his eyes roll into the back of his head in bliss.

Dare I say it? It feels like we're getting the hang of this.

But I've been warned: the moment we say that, our son will change the game. Oh well, bring it on. Moo.