Seriously. You hear that babies drool when they start teething. Rowan is almost certainly months away from teething (though it isn't impossible that he's starting now), but about a week ago he started drooling. I don't mean the occasional drip when he gets excited; I mean he can soak two burp cloths in an hour if I am determined to keep the drool from getting all over him. He's very content to share his slobber in various ways -- for instance, by coating his entire hand and forearm with shiny wetness. He's also very amused to blow spit bubbles. Although they don't grow large like chewing gum bubbles, spit bubbles are impressive because of the sheer number of them that can gather in one huge clump right on his lips, as if he were chewing on a piece of transparent cauliflower! At this very moment Rowan is sitting on my lap. I have two monitors at my computer desk, and on one of them is a full-screen photograph of Rowan smiling, and he's intently studying it while I type. The photographed version is clean as a whistle, but the Rowan I'm holding, squirmy and warm, is sporting a shiny chin, a soaking wet fist, and a damp chest. Ah, glorious babyhood!