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Not sure how long I have to write this before Mr. Man wakes up. So bear with me if this gets cut short.

Yeah, time is precious alright. Clark demands that all our attention belongs to him, and righteously so, but dude...seriously. I'm flattered as all hell that you scream your head off when we have to put you down for a nap. I can't help but take it as a compliment, when you're in your play area surrounded by toys, that when I walk by you moan and shriek for me to join you. I mean, I was JUST in there, playing in the ball pit, crawling through the tunnel, repeatedly setting up the blocks just so you can knock them down. But dude, sometime Daddy needs to like...eat...and pee! Oh, man, it's amazing how long I'll go without a pit-stop, lately. I mean, I'll just forget! I've always considered myself an expert multi-tasker, but Mr. Clark Otis certainly tests the levels of how much I can put on my plate.

Am I complaining? Fuck no. All this has been expected and easily adaptable. Just thought you, our loyal followers, deserved an update and this just happens to be at the top of my brain right now.

Clark's got a schedule and he sticks to it. Wakes up 6:45am on the nose. We're weaning him off the formula, so he gets a bottle of almond milk first thing to tide him over while we prepare breakfast. His meals now consist of anything from scrambled eggs, toast, bits of broccoli, peanut butter, organic mixtures of spinach, potatoes, carrots and more (thanks to Chef Momma and her new Vitamix Blender). He doesn't mind getting spoon fed, but he really likes grabbin' and chowin'. And he's eating lots more!
He'll nap around 9 or 10am, just outta plain fatigue. Lunch at noon or 1pm. Then we'll set him down again (whether he wants to or not) at 2:30pm. Dinner at 6pm, then bed between 7:30 and 8:30pm. Really up to him.
Bath or shower every other day...he friggin' loves it! We'll shower together, I'll hold him in my arms and let the water cascade on his back. He just relaxes into me, screeching with delight.
Oh yeah...and he's gettin' LOUD. Sometimes it sounds like a pterodactyl audition for Jurassic Park.

It has gotten to the point, sometimes, where our patience is being tested and the "oh, poor premature Clark" just goes right out the window, and we have to separate ourselves from the little beast for a minute or two for some deep breathing exercises. Once composed, we're thrown for a loop when we return to find Little Mister, greeting us with a big, excited, sparsely-toothed, grin as if we've been gone for weeks, and suddenly we're like: "I was freaking out over what?"

So, again, sorry this blog is not getting the attention you hope, but someone else kinda has dibs right now.