I admit: I’ve been having some trouble getting back into the bloggy swing of things after our week of visitors and ten days on the road.
This fall I developed a formula: for every day of visitors or vacation, it takes me half as many days to get back on track. All told, we had 18 days of guests and travel, which means I should be up and running nine days after getting back.
That would be…tomorrow. Up and running tomorrow? We’ll see.
In the meantime, it is my pleasure to introduce you to a new series that I am honored and delighted to be participating in. For the next ten weeks, ten writers – including yours truly – will be exploring childhood through a look at each age, one to ten. This week, my good friend Aidan Donnelley Rowley starts us off with a look at age one. Hers is a delicious, resonant post about her youngest girl, her last baby, the smallest of her three small people. (Needless to say, I could relate to every single word.)
Last week, we visited your big sister’s Kindergarten class during lunchtime to celebrate her sixth birthday. Our visit conflicted with your nap-time and it was my instinct to leave you home, but she insisted that both of her sisters come and we were quick, and perhaps foolish, in our surrender. Toting a bag of purple cupcakes, we arrived and waited a few minutes for your sister and her class to return from the gym. The teacher asked how old you are now. And I answered.
Please click over to Aidan’s blog to read the rest of her wonderful post. And I’ll see you back here soon with some more words of my own.