Adjusting

Blogging is not coming easily these days, as you may imagine.  I frequently write blog posts in my head, but that's just not quite the same as writing them on the internet.

My posts just don't seem to make it all the way to the internet.

I just can't figure out why.

We said goodbye to my dear sister a couple days ago, after she'd been here a whole month, helping around the house and keeping me company.

 We miss her.

Also, there are dishes piling up.

Alyssa!  Come clean my kitchen!  And then we'll laugh about goofy nonsense and have popcorn and tea and watch a movie together.  Please?  Doesn't that sound like an offer you just can't resist?

I think Evan really misses her a lot.  She really spent a lot of time with him and he's a particularly needy little guy these days.  He's really still a baby, and needs a lot of attention, still nurses occasionally, and cries.  A lot.

He's also busy.  The level of destruction (not to mention the noise) this kid is capable of only grows every day.  It's truly astonishing.

This little guy, on the other hand, makes plenty of work all by his little self, and he can't even go anywhere.

It's like having twins, except that one of them repeatedly trashes the house.

Andrew has a theme-song that runs through my head on a daily basis.

Sleep a little, nurse a little, sleep a little, nurse a little.  

Sleep!  Sleep!  Sleep!  

Nurse a lot, sleep a little more.

(Name that tune!)

It's quite accurate, too.  He catnaps and snacks and catnaps and snacks.  Then he finally, finally, FINALLY falls asleep and stays that way for a good nap.  Then he wakes up and tries to tell me that he's truly perishing of hunger this time and then he catnaps some more.  In my arms, preferably.  He's also very alert and aware during his awake times and even talks to us just a little.

It is a little chaotic around here, I must say.  But we're managing and adjusting.  Someday, we'll settle into our new normal... someday....