Back in the saddle

It's been a little bit rough this past week-and-a-half. The kind of rough that your entire house smells like a dirty diaper...even though the hundreds you've changed have all been taken outside. And at the end of the night after the wee one is in bed you sit down to reflect on the day (and silently cheer that the wee one is in bed) and wonder how another day passed without getting anything done...no matter how much light you let into the house.

And then while he was on the mend and showing me his toothy grin I thought Noah had been getting just two new teeth. Oh no my friends, our little guy tends to do things in fours these days. And now the past week-and-a-half is all starting to make sense.