I never intended to take this extended hiatus from blogging, but alas, here we are.
That squishy newborn in the previous post turned six months old on Sunday, and so much has happened during this time that I don’t even know where to begin!
My sincere thanks for all the good wishes and congratulations on Alexander’s birth, and also for all of the notes of concern when I seemingly dropped off the face of the earth. I apologize to anyone who was worried about us. We are great. Life is good. Everything has honestly been going better than I ever could have imagined it would. But it has been hard to blog. Not for lack of interesting stuff to blog about, mind you, but by the time the kids are off to sleep, the house is clean, the endless loads of laundry folded, and all of the family administrative tasks finished (okay, started… or at least thought about starting… hey taxes, I’m looking at you!), I can barely string together two cogent sentences, let alone an entire blog post.
I do keep a Facebook page for this blog, and I tend to update it at least a couple of times per week with links, photos, questions and anecdotes. If things are quiet here and you’re ever wondering what I’m up to, the Facebook page is visible to the public, whether or not you have an account.
So far we have been greatly enjoying life as a family of four. Oliver is adjusting well to his new role of big brother, and the way he talks to and plays with his baby brother makes my heart melt. Alexander has been an absolute dream baby, right from the start: sweet, mellow, easygoing and predictable. J has been crazy busy at work ever since two weeks after Alexander’s birth, which has led to the past six months being an unexpected crash course in handling two kids on my own, six days a week, often from wake-up to bedtime. Which is cool, because I feel like I’ve already gotten the hardest parts out of the way, and that it only keeps getting easier.
In May, the boys and I flew to Ontario to visit my family for a week. Yes, I took two cross-country flights, on my own, with an infant and a toddler! And you know what? It wasn’t even horrible. I figure that if I managed that, I can manage just about anything with these guys.
As difficult as the early months with Oliver were, so have the early months with Alexander been easy. I was prepared for the worst. I was dreading the baby stage. Yet here I am, actually enjoying the ride. Sure, we have our challenging days, but when I look back at the overall picture of the last six months, it’s been pretty chock full of rainbows and unicorns and glitter and puppies.
I know; I owe you all a birth story :). It’s written. It seemed weird to jump straight back into blogging without some sort of introductory post, so I’ll post it later on this week.