The last month in summary

The two older kids left. My wife’s mom had surgery. I started therapy. The one-year anniversary of my dad’s death came and went. I spent a day in the ocean. I chopped off my hair. I hated my hair. Our baby learned to stand. I bought new shoes. I loved my hair. My wife and I had a day and night out with no baby and went to Pride. I felt old – and liked it. Another woman flirted with my wife in front of me. I ate ten cupcakes in two days. I hated my hair. We went to a few art shows. My wife used “LOL” in a text message to me – I watched her closely for any other signs that alien pods had infiltrated her body. The two older kids returned. My mom’s heart stopped but started again. My wife's heart hurt and I took her to the emergency room and she was hospitalized. Life was horrible. Then my wife came home. She is not allowed to ever go back. Our baby dances. Our baby dances to chewing sounds. Our baby dances to chewing sounds at a picnic while waving around her cracker. An abnormally large squirrel almost pounced on our baby during a picnic. We became addicted to the Green channel. We started a compost. We bought a reel mower. We bought solar outdoor lights. We are switching from g-diapers to all-cloth diapers. We got rid of all plastic toys. We kept our television sets. I spent another day in the ocean with our two older kids. I beat my wife during our dance-dance-revolution family dance-off. She is in denial. Our baby learned to climb onto the sofas from the floor. I am blogging again but am now on sofa-watch.