Oh, hello world

I was about to login here when I realized I couldn’t remember ‘wordpress.com’.  Now you know why I have not been updating you.  I lost my mind.  Officially.

Somehow the last three weeks have month has been so incredibly busy and overwhelming that I couldn’t find time to tell you anything and just now I can’t remember anything to tell you.  Aren’t you so glad you came by?

Let’s see.  Michael Jackson died and then…then I woke up this morning and remembered I used to fancy myself a blogger.  As if that title meant something (yeah, it does, Crazy.  It means you write stuff on a blog that is semi-cohesive and usually kind of funny).  But today and I suppose for a month now, I haven’t got a clue about what you want to know.

Did you want me to tell you about Gideon?  He is growing up very fast, this you already knew, but you would really know if you spent an afternoon with us and heard him chirping away about all sorts of things “Look Mommy!  Tall me!” he exclaimed from on top of one of our chairs this morning.  He sings along to most of the songs he knows from Sunday school.  He still tells the story of the nice new deck but now he’d rather play underneath it in the dirt he discovered with his digger, dozer and dump truck.  The crane is always welcome too.  He’s wearing a size 8 shoe.  He is not potty trained yet.  We tried for a week or so and found out that I am not made of enough grit to do the no pants and $75 method.  I am the problem, not him.  But I am hoping that we will not be purchasing any more size 4s.  I better order that one book…..

And what of that baby?  She is still fantastic.  Easy.  Delightful.  Sunny and sweet.  There has never been an easier baby in my whole world (and lo, my world is small, but I am okay with it.  Tis functional).  Also, she is big.  Like break out the 9 months sleepers big (they are only slightly too big).  Her eyes have turned almost brown now (so Jud wins, since I thought they would be green). She giggles and laughs and has a very funny cough laugh that she is pulling out all the time. She is sleeping well (usually. Not when we have company.  Then she is up every hour and a half.  I suppose she is afraid of missing something and in this she is so much like her mother) and will just nod off in your arms if she gets too tired.  Not much crying.  Plenty of rolling around to get to toys and furniture and to hug the bumper in her crib.  She’s wearing a size 3 diaper and taking names.

And that wonderful man who is so great with the two munchkins?  He is also doing very well, if tired.  He has a website.  He is on this here computin theng even more now.  You should go see what he’s doing. It’s so impressive and wonderful and I’m just happy to have him investing and hobbying in something we both love so much. He took a trip to San Diego for work and came home with a soap allergy rash from the hotel. It wasn’t fun for either of us (him: the itching/scratching cycle that got so bad there was bruising. me: listening to/being awakened by the scratching/moaning about itching).  But now he is better and I am happy that he will never want to use soap go on a business trip again. Er, something like that.

And me? I am surviving. The dizzying pace of life was for sure overwhelming me.  The past two weeks seemed especially difficult and exhausting.  I cannot remember now what was going on then but I’m pretty sure that only speaks to the intensity with which I’d been pushing through them.  When Zanna called last week to say they could come for a visit I was so excited. I was also wondering if I had it in me to live until Saturday when they were going to arrive.  As the weekend approached, I was still tired but so excited to have such great friends coming to stay with us.  I’m so glad they came.  While they were here with us, I felt like myself again.  I think it had been a while since I had shown up to possess this body. The perpetual motion of living had been keeping all of my limbs animated, but my mind and emotions had stopped somewhere in June.  There is nothing quite like spending time with such great friends to revive you and bring you back from the brink. And later this month, Ronke comes for a bit, which guarantees another way back to sanity.

Meanwhile, a bunch of friends have been pushing out babies (or are about to any day now) and I am just loving seeing all of those new little mugs. Congratulations friends!  And congratulations World on all of the great little humans that are now inhabiting you!