Out, damned egg! Trying to catch just one good egg. Friday, 14 October 2011. Theres so much to say and write but I am barely coherent these days. It seems that, unlike Tall Girl, baby boy is more of a normal newborn. In that he doesnt sleep much and is pretty fussy. Ive tried to post several times in the past couple of weeks but just havent had the perfect storm of energy, quiet and motivation. I thought our time at the hospital was hard.

The best of all possible worlds. Whenever I read or hear or watch a story I am always wondering, How will this end? Life is not so easily contained. But, nothing ever ends. And I love my new, messy cloak. It is speckled and peppered with love and laughter as well as t.

To speak the name of the dead is to make them live again Egyptian Tomb Inscription. January 3, 2014 by amS. We are happier than we could ever have imagined, but oh how we miss you both. We will blow out your birthday candles on cupcakes tonight, wishing you could do it for yourselves. Posted in a life altered.