Whoever told me that the first two weeks of having a baby were the toughest was crazy. Whoever told me that the first six weeks are the toughest was even crazier. Poor Baby C is colicky, and is driving quanta and I crazy. But his smilies, and his attempts to stuff his entire fist into his mouth, make it all worthwhile… more or less.
Blog entries, and new articles on The Lotus Pond, will continue to be sporadic at best until Baby C and I start sleeping through the night. I’ve got lots of notes, but no time to write them out into something coherent.
For the record, it took me three hours to write this entry. *sigh*