Finished the Ruby Prince a little over a month ago, and now I’m waiting for Wanderer’s Mark to come in the mail. Ruby Prince ended on a total cliff hanger, so I can’t wait to get back into the story again. How awesome is it that Beth Brower put them out in such quick succession so that we don’t have to wait years to have our curiosity satisfied? (The answer is, “Way awesome.”)
I’m not saying that since moving to our new apartment we’ve actually been infested with cockroaches, and I’m not saying that now and again seeing the rogue roach crawling to its lonesome death in your living space is the worst thing that could happen to a person.
What I am saying is that stepping barefoot, in the dark, on a roach and feeling its insides squishing out against your naked sole flesh might be the worst thing that could happen to somebody — it’s got to be, right? — and that only narrowly escaping this experience even once is enough to change the way you think about walking around barefoot at night. And narrowly escaping it more than twice is enough to make you take regular precautionary measures for your midnight hangouts with your tiny baby:
1. Always wear footwear if you remember where you last left it.
2. When sitting, keep your feet off the ground.
3. Most importantly, before taking any steps on the ground, be sure to employ the flashlight on your phone to scare away any monsters that might be hiding under your feet.
I call it all — especially the flashlight part — my defense against the dark arts. It’s almost as good as a wand.
(As a side note: I would take a lone cockroach sighting every few weeks over even one scorpion encounter, so color me grateful here. Living in the desert. Who needs it?)
It’s a pretty sure sign you’ve let your blog go to ruin when you check it and the only activity that’s happened since the last time you were on is months’ worth of spam comments promising you in really bad English that they know all the things for getting more followers. Turns out being a parent is kind of life-consuming. Who knew?
This is what our life’s been focused on for the last several months:
Day One
Heading Home From the Hospital
One Week Old
Two Weeks Old
One Month Old
Two Months Old
Three Months Old
Four Months Old
To show the whole outfit.
Five Months Old
It’s kind of weird to see what has felt like ages summed up in just a few photographs, but there it is. As The Bitty and Jordan and I continue to get the hang of this thing called real life, maybe I’ll also figure out how to include blogging in the mix more often.
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