This is Day One with Nelson back at work and me home alone with the boys. I'm pleased to report that as of 9AM everyone was awake, out of bed, dressed, and fed (even me!) Though he's beginning to squeak, Miles has been lying by himself for a whole 20 minutes. That's 20 minutes that Oscar has had me all to himself, that I've had to sit in front of this blog, that I've been two handed once again.
Things are still going well, though not perfect. Oscar la Luchador grabbed poor little Miles's face and poked him in the eye yesterday and as we speak is trying to feed him peanut butter crackers but it could be worse. We are holding our own.
I've promised a birth story, and it is coming, but Miles' birth story is more than a blog post for me; it's a piece of our family history. I need some time to devote to that and this is literally the first five minutes I've had to myself all week.
More later - I'll be catching up with all of your blogs during nap time.