At the end of a dungeon crawl ... a Wild Baby!

I was out late last night, over at a friend's house playing Dungeons & Dragons until two o'clock in the morning. I haven't done that in quite a while, and it was a lot of fun!

When I arrived home, Anita was deeply asleep. The baby, however, was not. "Like a typewriter in reverse," I told my sisters tonight; "Like some sort of crazed octopus," I told my co-workers. Our child was just going nuts in there! As I slid quietly into bed next to my slumbering wife, I put my hand on her tummy as I always do, just to have my whole family there in my arms, and holy cow! A flurry of activity such as I have not felt before, all over the landscape of Anita's belly. I cannot imagine which limbs were involved, but there were a powerful lot of them, all flailing away like a gang of people who flail at things with their limbs. It was overwhelming; I nearly cried, I was so excited, but I did it quietly so as not to wake Anita, who really needs all her sleep.