They say it goes fast, and it does. 
Five or so months isn’t long at the best of times, but man, it has never felt quicker. Roby’s first tooth cut a bit today. It’s on the bottom, it’s just one, but it’s there. Soon she’ll be biting things, and smiling with that one tooth. 

It’s a tough thing to come to terms to, and this isn’t even all that much of a thing. It’s not as though she’s decided to move out, or cursed, or started dating, or even speaking. 

The passage of time is something we all ought to come to terms with in a hurry, as fast as possible. But it’s also something nearly every aspect of our society bends itself backwards to avoid. 

We don’t like thinking about it, we make our days as uniform and unchanging as possible both because it’s good for us as animals, but also because it lightens the load of that whole...thing. 

I like to think I was quite present these past five months. I spent a fair bit of time in my office and in my shop, but that’s because I’m a dad and there are things that need doing and I’m the one to do them. It’s a nice thing, that responsibility, but it’s also distracting.

I should smash my phone with a rock.