I've recently read in Scientific American an explanations for why colds are much more frequent when it's cold (you can find a similar article here). Basically, what we consider cooler weather is just ideal for cold viruses in the sense that their molecules tend not to break up as much. As an added bonus (for them), the relatively low levels of humidity that are more common in cooler weather mean that the small water droplets that carry them from one victim to another are optimally sized to be able to have a longer range with which to acquire the next home base.
What I'm trying to say here is that with Dylan coming back home from childcare carrying some new variation of a cold with him every fortnight or so now when it's still summer, I'm really not looking forward to winter at all.
This week he has been gifted with this cold that doesn't make him feel too bad but does make him generate mucus at industrial levels. Given that we need to feed him and such, allowing him to freely cough at us and drool all over us, we catch whatever he carries quickly enough. The result is that by the time we stop feeling like shit because of the previous cold we feel like shit because of the new cold. Which is just a lovely feeling.
Indeed, this ongoing cycle of sickness is just another one of those things they don't tell you about when discussing parenthood. It's supposed to be this most wonderful feeling ever, but most of the time it feels like, well, like being sick.
Attention wise, Dylan is quite demanding now. And that's even before he is mobile enough to wreak havoc (and we can definitely see it coming; he already achieves liftoff with his bum). Oddly enough, the move to solid food means that we're much busier than before: instead of just having his bottles, Dylan is now having bottles plus solids. Sure, he's having less bottles, but with all the preparation cycles and everything around his meal - preparations, cleaning afterwards - things take an incredible amount of time. When he finally goes to sleep you have just enough time to sort things out and prepare for him to wake up.
Looking after Dylan is a full time job now, and quite a hard one at that: unlike your regular office job, you have no control over your schedule and you have zero transparency concerning upcoming events. Add teething to the bill and a new tendency for multiple number twos per day, and you can see how life becomes quite tiresome.
You get the feeling that it would take something special to make people fall for babies the way we do. Indeed, despite the eternal smell of puke mixed with old milk, Dylan is very cute, probably by all account and not just by prejudiced I; I can clearly see why evolution has had to make babies feel so cute.