Hey Bungalow Bill

I was in bed at 8 p.m. tonight. Although really I should say we were in bed at 8 p.m. tonight. The evening is Fionnuala’s fuss time and so we often go to bed early. After an hour of her manically nursing and occasionally dozing I got fed up with her ripping herself off my boob and we are now sitting in the living room. I’m stealing some computer time for myself while I push her in the swing my sister bought us (thank-you, order thank-you, thank-you). I have to sit beside her because I haven’t had a chance to buy batteries for it yet but the combination of this swing and The Beatles (currently the White Album) knocks my girl out for a while.

Carrying those cheeks around all day is exhausting.

I dared to get up and make myself a snack 10 minutes ago (crackers and avocado) and so she is fussing again. The music changed from The Beatles to Sonic Youth during my absence and the swing stopped. To Miss Fionnuala tonight this equalled the end of the world – or at least that is what it sounded like until I put The Beatles back on and started pushing the swing again.

I want to write a post about the differences and similarities between the girls as babies (with photos!). I want to write a post about how I feel about our change to a Whole Foods Plant Based Diet. I want to write a post about finally reading the entire Anne of Green Gables series the first weeks after Fionnuala was born. But these days I can’t seem to find the time. So I will just say today was a good day: Moira was pleasant, the laundry got done, I cooked dinner. And sure, I’m pretty sure my boob is sprained (is that possible?) but as you can see from those cheeks above, it is all for a good cause.


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