I’ve been so busy the last couple of weeks, I haven’t had any inclination, urge or even energy to blog…not that we’re doing that much on the house- it’s been mostly dirty diapers, laundry, and spit-up because of Li. We were able to squeeze in some family bonding time over her baptism this past weekend- though I think many of those same family members were probably bleary-eyed because of the early:30 start time.
The carpet? Still undecided on that.
Everything else? Yes…well…let’s just say that time seems fly by when you’re catering to the whims of a three-month old. I imagine it’s a little like being the fool for Henry VIII- less beheadings and all that, but about the same amount of chubbiness, random crankiness, wailing, and making of funny faces.
Not that I should complain- the child likes to sleep more than I do- an impressive feat. She’s asleep by 9:30 or so, and then up at 7am (or when I wake her). And, pretty much, one day seems to run into another- which is satisfying and monotonous.
Hence the writer’s block.
After all, what do you write about when one day is like the next? You could only stand so many rhapsodies on the plumpness of her cheeks, or the way her smile lights up the room…but that’s what my world is consisting of right now. I’m sure as winter starts to creep in that might change- and I’ll get the urge to do more than snuggle with Li…but let’s take that one day at a time, shall we?