I don't sleep anymore because Liam is teething. He's 7 months old. It's still weird to me that I have two children, two boys. How did that happen? I mean, I know how it happened, but I am still coming to terms with the fact that it did happen. Huh.
J and B went to visit family in another state. When Liam and I picked them up from the airport, do you know what Liam did the whole 45 minute drive home? He stared at Brody in the other carseat, giggling and laughing, the kind of baby laugh where he inhales for part of it. I think Liam missed Brody and didn't know where he went to. He laughed the whole rest of the day.
He still doesn't sleep though.
Two things: I post Brodyisms here, and on facebook, quite a lot. People always say "you should write a book" - so here's the thing. How do you write a book about what your child says? That's actually entertaining and interesting to read, I mean.
Second thing, my dear friend who I have known since kindergarten, Megan Abbott, wrote another book. I think it might be a masterpiece. It's getting spectacular reviews. I really, truly recommend that you read it. It's called The End of Everything. You can read the first chapter of it here. It's that rare combination of sublime writing combined with a chilling, unable-to-stop-reading plot. I can even get your copy autographed by the author.
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