Well, that first reintroduction to this space didn't really happen, now did it? Since that last long-ago posting, the little one has been born and is growing by leaps and bounds. And I am starting to come out of the late-pregnancy/new motherhood haze. Here he is, two days old and grinning:

 I don't know what it is, but when I'm pregnant (all two times), I just can't/don't want to write. It's like my body is so busy being creative, it's just too much to ask my brain to do it, too. But now the little guy is getting bigger, sleeping a little more regularly (ha!), and I'm itching to get back to my old life. Not that I really ever can. Not that I have much time anymore. But I actually miss writing, miss blogging, and so I think I'll make more of an attempt, when I can.

 I have lots to write about, too: I home-birthed this baby, and so am looking forward to writing about that. I have some good recipes that I've discovered--good and easy and/or freezable (red lentil stew, I'm looking at you, and homemade nursing bars, hurrah!). I'm trying to figure out this whole two-kid thing (how do people do this??), plus my struggles with attachment parenting and where I fit in and where I don't. Waldorf schooling. Freelance writing. Trying to live/write/create and raise kids without neglecting them or me (or poor hubby).

 Now it's just a matter of having the time to do it all. My mom always said mothers should grow a third arm along with the bigger boobs and expanding waist; I think we also need an extra hour each day. At least. When I figure out how to grow an hour, I'll let everyone know...