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Hello, Dear Reader.
How are things with you?

At the risk of sounding like my usual whining self,
I'll just tell you that things here are stinky.
Stinky in a way that affects basically
every area and aspect of my life
and it's a large cloud of stinkiness that could be
settling in for a long time. We don't know exactly
how big the stink is or how long it will last or
if it will stink up our lives for a long time.
It's a big stink.
A very stinky stink.
Not good times.

AND I've had a cold.
It seems like a long time since I've had a cold
or any sort of illness (not a pregnancy symptom)
that has made me want to take some medication.
But earlier this week I would have loved to have
guzzled down some Nyquil and settled in
for a long winter's nap.
Well, that's not happening.
I can't guzzle the Nyquil because I'm nursing
and I can't have a long winter's nap because
I have a two month old son who isn't sleeping
through the night yet.
But good news on that front!
He's getting better and better.
Last night he slept until about 4:30am.
So that was great.
Progress.

And did you notice
that I said my beautiful boy is
two months old?
Because he is.
Two months.
He hit that milestone on Sunday.

Has it really only been two months?
It's like looking back over this vast span of time
to remember going to the hospital on that Sunday
evening, the week of Christmas.... leaving the
big kids here at the house with my mother-in-law
....all the drama of his birth.....the recovery
.....the drugs.....the pain.....Christmas was in there
somewhere.....constant feeding.....
...surely it's been more than two months....

But what a sweetie pie he is, this lovely baby.
He's getting more and more interactive.
I have noticed a sudden perk in the interest
of the big kids because they realize they can now
get a response from Baby J. They can make
him smile now. He will coo at them.
It's like they've realized he really is a
little person. Imagine that.

So that's the cool thing about being in this very
stinky situation---I am still surrounded by my beautiful
blessings, my lovely children. They are oblivious of
the stink (for the most part), as they should be.
They are still trying to learn about factors and
multiples and adjectives and punctuation
and coloring inside the lines.
They help keep perspective on things.

Well, my little friend is calling for the milk wagon.
I must go.

Hope the world smells better
in your neck of the woods.