Here is my excuse for this hermit-like behavior:
Our brand new baby boy, Silas John Paul, was born on his daddy's birthday, December 20th, 6 lbs. 3 oz., 18 inches long, at 8:24 am. He is seven weeks old today--and that is how long it has taken me to get back onto my blog. Any of you parents out there know how time consuming and restless caring for a newborn is... and I have a rambunctious toddler on my hands to add to the work. ...Alas, even before I finished typing that very sentence, my sweet tiny son awoke from the content slumber that he was in with discomfort and screaming... And this is why I don't get out of the house too often: baby care and feeding 24-7, changing diapers, providing snacks, cleaning spit up, picking up toys, laundry round the clock, putting little ones to sleep, and enduring many forms of tears and whining (including my own) ...This is my new life.
Obviously, this leaves little time for luxuries like internet surfing and all-important blogging. But that's alright, really. As much as I miss my old "normal"... the new "normal" (though exhausting) has its abundant joys and I know will reap great rewards.
Every time Charity sees her baby brother, she has to give him a kiss. And every moment Silas depends on my care. And every day I watch my husband hold and love on my children with adoration. I may have taken on a very full and demanding lifestyle, but oh how joyous and fulfilling...