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I began this blog with very good intentions to post often, so of course the day after I got started my computer died! You know how some elderly folks are afraid to push any keys on their computers for fear of making the things blow up? I must have found those keys, because mine turned itself off (smelling faintly of burning plastic!) and would not turn back on without a vacation to the mac fix-it shop. Bleh.

The baby is four months old already. Four months!! It hardly seems possible– my waist still thinks she was born last week.

She finally fits this wonderful little set my friend Mandy made for her. (Thank you so much again, Mandy.) I really am so fond of these sweet baby days. Sorting through some old books downstairs yesterday, I found an old copy of What to Expect the First Year and took just a moment to glance at its pages. What a weird book! It was full of sage advice like, if you haven’t left your baby with a sitter by three months you probably won’t get out until she goes to college etc. Good grief, it’s no wonder I was such a stress case with my first baby with that kind of “help.” That book had better go to the DI, only I’m not sure I’d want to wish it on anyone.

Here child#2 is sanding a block of balsa wood into the shape of a rocket for cub scouts Rocket Derby. He quite enjoyed pulling the sandpaper away with a flourish so a momentary cloud of sawdust hung in the air. Although we did finally end up with a usable (sort of) rocket, I enjoyed making the little boats for Rain Gutter Regatta much better last year…

I’m up to some fun stuff too, but given the insane hour, it’ll have to wait until tomorrow.