And it was a new year. Half-finished, really, like a second helping of something that was sooooooo delicious, or something you nom through because it passes the time. If you read the last post, you’ve prbably guessed that it was the latter mostly, with occasional morsels of lovely times.
Having two kids hasn’t been that hard, and having two at such different ages hasn’t been that hard, though I expect that to change as Tristan’s needs change as he gets more and more physically capable. What’s been hard is starting all over after tasting a bit of the outside world via the GeekDad and Library Journal writing and giving myself over to a new baby, but now in a project house that wasn’t remotely unpacked, that never looks clean because worn surfaces have fused with dirt, and not having child-proofed areas. I keep comparing all the things I could give to Seamus at six, nine, twelve months, and I see what Tristan has, and the lack just kills me.