There is nowhere else where you freckled sex find such a fine collection of classy mature women. All models appearing on this website are over the age of 18. Sometimes the only way to start is just to start, however unartfully and inarticulately. Surely I can do better than four blog posts in all of 2015.
They’re 22 months apart, but if Charlie had the power he’d shrink that number right down to nothing. Smiles when she smiles, laughs when she laughs, looks on jealously when she’s eating, watches her move and tries his hardest to keep up. It’s hilarious and touching and a lot of fun. Oh: there will be birth stories!
A few of you commented or wrote me that it seemed like I was writing about being pregnant before I could tell anyone I was pregnant. It’s true that I was pregnant then, but I was actually writing about work. 2015 did not go according to plan professionally. So I took a longer-than-last-time maternity leave to sort it all out. And now I’m back – same place, but new clients. Oh, but the content of that post, the point? Well that’s why I’m here, because it all still applies.
Work just got crazier when it was supposed to settle down and I buried myself in it until I couldn’t breathe. So I’m breathing again, and back to feeling normal, and therefore wanting to write again and have a little outlet here. So let’s just pretend that was dated 2016, okay? What is “normal” for a working mom of two, by the way? I feel messy and disorganized and overextended but bursting with love.
I’m guessing that’s all very normal, actually. T and I are trying our best to keep our babysitter booked. That was our resolution together for the year. We went to the movies last weekend, our first time in a theater since I was pregnant with Hazel. I’m determined to see at least three Best Picture nominations before the Oscars, which will be a heck of a lot better than the last few years.