Sweet jesus, they were not kidding when they said that Typepad's new compose editor was slow. I can actually see the individual pixels of the words as they darken on the monitor, it is that slow. And slow, I do not have time for. I have exactly as long as D takes to change Josie before she demands FOOD NOW MAMA FOOOOOOOD to type this, and while he is preternaturally fast in the diaper-changing department, I still harbor hopes that I can fold a load of laundry in the interim.
Josie, if you are wondering, is doing quite well. She's lost the scrawny newborn look -- even her little fingers and elbows and knuckles are plumping up nicely, and I attribute this to the near-constant demands for FOOOOOD MAMA FOOOD NOW. She never cries, mind you, just snuffles and squawks and occasionally shouts, just one sharp holler that gets her point across.
The rest of us are doing well. School starts Wednesday for Isabelle, Thursday for Ellie, and then we'll have a nice three-day weekend, because nothing establishes the school routine like a two-day week, followed by a holiday.
And there's the Josie. Did I mention I'm deliriously happy? I didn't need clean socks that badly anyway.