Joy

That's all. Just grabbing the moments when they come and C's first Santa experience was a wonderful one. Wishing you many joyful moments in the weeks to come.

whew!

The days are flying by and Baby C is growing and moving and gaining skills soooo quickly that I haven't had much time to think about this blog, let alone write in it. I have been spending my time running interference for the poor cat and dog of this household who are the newish targets of Caleb and his banned-in-49-states rolling walker (do I also mention here his oral fascination with fluffy tails and canine toenails???). I have also been not so artfully rearranging furniture to disguise cabinets that cannot be babyproofed, or finding new ways to hide the dog dishes or power cords or the seemingly 100s of sharp metal kitchen utensils that EVEN WITH SAFETY LATCHES(!) Caleb somehow manages to sneak out of the cupboards and drawers. Add to that the fact that my laundry strike of 2 weeks ago has come back to bite me in the ass and I have been playing catch-up for the past 48 hours. 4 loads down, 4 to go. Hopefully that includes the folding and stacking. I am not holding out for it actually being put away too. I am learning to be realistic. 

:)

Are you out of breath yet? That is exactly how I am feeling these days - breathless. It is not exactly a bad feeling, and can be exhilarating, but ultimately it is exhausting. So please forgive my past and future lapses and keep checking back for more. Eventually there will be some.