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Laundry? What laundry?

Now I understand why mothers usually designate laundry days, and do dishes only when absolutely necessary. I can’t find an entire free day to get the apartment clean - I’m lucky, really, if I can get a couple of hours free to make dinner or put up clothes…and that is when my husband helps. Noah doesn’t really like being left “alone” (ie: not in someone’s arms) for longer than a few minutes, and if we dare try him in his swing when he isn’t sleepy enough, we must do penance by holding him an extra half hour.

Not that I really mind, because he is the easiest baby in the world to hold when he isn’t kicking off groinal areas.

I really intended to wait to write in here until I could get Noah’s birth story posted, as I thought there was nothing more apt than having his birth story be the beginning of this blog’s own rebirth. The thing is, it is really long…longer than I could have imagined possible…so I want to write a shorter version for actually posting. And truth be told, I might not find time to do that until Noah is six months old (or I could find time today, who knows?).

He is a month old today…where does the time go? The only thing I know how to do is try to preserve every memory…and thank God that I am not doing this on my own. Joshua has been invaluable throughout labor, delivery and our short experience with parenthood.

Posted on Tuesday, February 12th, 2008 | Noah, Daily Life
 

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