When Jake was first born, one of my dear friends, a mother of two grown college boys, told me that the hardest stage to contend with as a parent is always the birth-6 months. Your baby is essentially a “blob.” They eat, sleep, poop, and repeat. Eat, sleep, poop, repeat. I remember some very early weekend mornings that I would look at Jake and say, “When will you be old enough to be able to play a game with!?” or, “Let’s play legos! Please!” Instead, he would look up at me with his big glassy eyes and squirm a little. Leave him to his own devices for too long and he would get restless and bored with me and demand immediate attention. How I longed for the “blob” stage to fly by. And sure enough, it did.