Tempus Fugit

I read somewhere that newborn mothering is characterized by extremely long days which make up weeks that fly by. So true. M is already one month old, and it seems we brought him home only a week ago.
D; the almost-three-year-old; is dealing well. At least it seems he is. Tantrums are about as many as can be expected from a typical three year old. Although his tendency to be annoyingly contrary is wearing on me....I'm about to resort to reverse psychology. "Let's not put our shoes on!" "Let's not eat our lunch!" Gah!
In the midst of all this, I'm trying to keep sane. Keep journaling and reading about things non-child related. It's hard, with a screeching being on your shoulder as you type...not to have questions around; why all the screeching? More sleep would help. I go to bed around 9 in order to function the next day. So exciting. Bigger questions abound. What am I going to do when the boys are in school? Will I ever work again? For myself, or for others? Do I need to finish that Thesis???? Yikes.

He's here!

and he's perfect! With some difficulty at surgery (cord in a knot, wrapped around a leg or two); M entered the world.