Babies Don't Keep

A very wise woman (who just happened to be my boss when I was insistent that I only needed a month's maternity leave after having Hank), told me to take my time, because babies don't keep. How right she was. One of the best lessons I've ever had. So, excuse my blog absence over the last month and possibly even the next few. I've got a little girl (actually, a big girl...she is a delightful chunky monkey) to cuddle. And a little boy to take to the park and run around with in the rain catching frogs like I did tonight.

Most of my life, I've always looked to the next step. What should I be doing instead of what I'm doing right now. Go to grad school? Write a book? Find a new job? And then I became a mother. Such thoughts scattered to the wind. I want nothing more than to do what I'm doing right now. Sure, everyday is a challenge and dishes three times a day is drudgery, but I am unbelievably content. I honestly don't need anything more. I just wish I could keep them small forever.

Thanks for all the well wishes about Eliza. Here's a few photos, one at five days old, the other just a few days ago. We're doing great. One month old tomorrow. Look at those cheeks! Hank was born prematurely with a heart condition and was so tiny for so long. This butterball of a healthy girl I hardly know what to do with, we marvel at the fat rolls and the heft of her in our arms.  Hard to believe. Like I said, babies don't keep. :)