It could be a fit of madness. It could be the best decision we’ve ever made. My hubby, T., is taking three months off when the wee ones arrive, and we are going to end it with a bang. We’re going on a holiday.
The biggest upshot of having a massive pre-babies party? After a winter spent in near-hibernation, and before a summer spent in near-permanent lactation, this was a chance to laugh and celebrate with some of the people who make us feel so very blessed.
My gal pals in Toronto did a totally lovely thing on the weekend and held a baby shower for me and the pretzels. Did I want a huge number of people? Answer: No. Did I want games? Again: No. Well, at least not any that involve blindfolds, baby food or pegs.
Busybusybusybusybusy. How did nine months once seem so long, and now seem so very, very fleeting? Currently occupying my time: Organizing work week, always hoping to squeeze in just one more piece of work before I start winding things down Remembering to write my weekly Today’s Parent blog post Organizing the Grand Porch Party for …