This little fellow is sick. No wonder he was so grumpy around suppertime last night (though he was THIS happy earlier in the day, when he insisted I clip this into his hair). We spent large portions of last night nursing, and just holding him in bed. It's a reminder of those early infant days, when night-time does not equal sleep-time. He's napping right now and I'm watching the monitor for rustlings. There he is.Albus is playing with a transformer, pretending to blow things up. The girls are reading quietly (Apple-Apple is trying out Madeline L'Engle's A Wrinkle in Time, one of my all-time favourites).
I want to thank everyone who expressed support and interest in the Nicaragua writing project. I've had encouraging comments, public and private, from a variety of friends, family, and even my former editor.
Uh oh, there he is again (baby, that is). Better run.
Back again. Thinking about time management ... that could be my biggest stumbling-block in writing anything (she says, typing one-handed, feverish babe on hip).
I am sorry that your little guy is sick. I think mine is sick too. Or else, just not himself due to being in 3 different times zone a few days ago and lots of traveling by car and plane. I am about to give him some meds. He is so grumpy that I think he must not be well.
ReplyDeleteI read your post about your writing but as always happens, couldn't post a comment at the time. I will try to re-read again later. I wanted to comment too.
Hope your summer is going well. Maybe I will see you soon!
Tricia