In which there is a baby

This is my Henry. He is six weeks old today. He is a really big deal. He's sort of blond with blue eyes so far, and he likes to eat and sleep. He was almost ten pounds when he was born and we are very lucky because he is a very nice baby. The dogs have accepted him into the family very easily and he is not bothered when they go crazy every day when the postal man comes to the mailbox. I guess he got used to their barking while he was growing in my belly.

So many people have been so generous with gifts, and we are so blessed with handmade items. I'll have to go back to work in a couple of weeks, so I'm trying to really absorb everything that's happening now.

So, it's hard and it's easy and that's weird. And we bought a minivan and that's weird. And some days I can't do more that put on new socks and feed myself and the baby and other days I can do 40 chores, make dinner, bake a cake, take a shower and do something nice for someone else. What's the difference between the first kind of day and the second kind of day? I have no idea. I don't know it when it's happening. It doesn't seem like it's the baby, it doesn't seem like it's me - I don't know. Whole days pass where nothing happens - whole days pass where everything happens. Interesting.