Friday, October 30, 2015


So, after my first post in 7 months yesterday, I realized that I forgot to write a very important introduction a while back.
Meet Grant, my youngest son.

This was on his birthday.
He was born at home. Yes, we planned it that way. (For some reason, the question immediately asked upon learning he was born at home is always, "did you do that on purpose?")
I had two midwives and a doula attending, and of course my husband. Heck, even Clinton and our cats were here (although Clinton mostly watched PBS Kids, and Tomodachi hid in the other room...but Buddy, most loyal and loving of feline companions, managed to be right by my side during the worst of the contractions.) Anyway, it almost seemed like a party. A six-hour long, rather exhausting, somewhat painful and definitely messy party that culminated with the birth of a very tiny human.
So Grant arrived May 6th, at 3:55pm. He was smaller than his brother, weighing just 8lbs11oz. But my, how he grew.

That's him earlier this week. He weighs 25 lbs now. He sits on his own, he rolls all over the place, and he shrieks like a banshee when he gets excited. I'm fairly sure our neighbors are aggravated by that last bit, but at least he sleeps at night.

I've been too quiet...

Well, in terms of blogging, anyway.
There are, of course, several reasons for this...I had another baby, I'm a stay-at-home mother (which is a lot more involved than I expected, especially with a toddler and an far in writing this, I've had to stop and retrieve a teething toy, change a diaper, and then prevent the older child from unchaining the front door in his quest for independence). And I'm self-conscious. I'm afraid to post something unpolished or uninteresting, so the result is that I post nothing at all.
Knowing this is ridiculous is one thing, overcoming it is another. (Well, maybe it isn't ridiculous. Maybe I really do post uninteresting things. But they're interesting to me, so that ought to be reason enough to write them down.)

Quick break for cute picture of brothers in the 21st century:

Ok, so here's what happened this week: I caught a cold.
That's a bummer no matter what, but when charged with the care of two little boys, it can be devastating. (I probably don't need to explain further, since the three people I know of who regularly read this blog are mothers themselves.)(I love you ladies, by the way. Even though we haven't met.)
In dealing with said cold, though, I wound up with an extra dose of guilt. Why? Because I was lying in bed, without energy to lift a regular book, reading emails on my phone. And I was reading the emails that gmail automatically filters to the "social" folder. Where I spotted a comment on my blog from September. It's almost November, and I'd missed this comment for weeks...and I felt bad, because this lovely person was both excited to crochet one of my patterns, and also mentioned that she hoped I was still blogging.
And I want to keep blogging, but I've been getting in my own way too much. So I need to change that.

Here's another picture, because I'm certainly not sitting around doing nothing: