Checking in

I feel like I have been blogging a lot lately, because while I am walking home from dropping Child 1 at school I usually write one in my head, with titles like:

- Oversensitive Moms
- What Is the Deal with My Stomach
- Baby in a (sleeping) bag
- Brain Entropy

But actually, as you can see, I have been totally non-communicative. Why? See blog 4 above. Wait, I didn't actually write it...
sigh.

My baby boy is the same size as his cousin, who is 2 months older. He also is about 10 times as active. It's the weirdest thing, seeing two babies at opposite ends of the spectrum. The cousin is really mellow, likes to nap, sits still, and contemplates his toys. Our baby usually has all four limbs kicking and grabbing, won't nap, tries to crawl and destroys/eats toys. I'd feel comfortable giving odds on who's going to be getting the wedgies in years to come.

P.S. Happy Thanksgiving.

ye olde Ireland

It's been an interesting week: 4 year old was diagnosed with a chest infection after weeks of coughing and put on antibiotics/pure morphine drops (which she enjoyed). Baby being insufferable but by all accounts not all that sick; have bottle of baby antibiotics at the ready just in case anyway. Halloween was a kind of washout, as K was too sick to trick or treat. As a result we were stuck at home with insufficient candy and a crooked pumpkin. Her little friends on the street brought her a selection from their stashes, though, so she made out OK. My neon orange wig was a hit, I think. No one asked what I was supposed to be. I guess if you are wearing jogging shoes, spitup-stained pants and a baby strapped to your chest people assume the worst. After the candy rush we drove to Sligo, the Ireland of the misty dreams and postcards. See for yourself - the drive, (unphotographed) was surreal and magical due to the fireworks and bonfires everyone sets here on the night. It was like driving through hyperspace. Wild.

Also, I think I may have gone mad - two reasons:
- started book club (first meeting tomorrow - will it be a wine-and-good-times or tea-and-scones type of affair?)
- have sensation that I want two more babies (why?)

Happy Halloween -