And I moved.
And I helped prep my other house to rent.
And I have, therefore, taken a bit of a blogging hiatus.
Just a word to the wise: I don't recommend doing all of these things within the span of a week, like I did. Yes I've lived to tell the tale, but I'd also be lying if I told you there weren't any meltdowns or woe-is-me-I-just-want-to-sleep moments. And just wait until you hear about my Sunday morning trying-to-get-to-Mass mishap. Which you will, once I get into some sort of routine around here.
Meanwhile though , and in spite of the unpacked boxes and disorder that comes with moving eight kids' and two adults' worth of earthly possessions across town, I'm soaking up these early days with my beautiful eight-day-old baby girl. Who is nothing short of a miracle, as all babies are. It amazes me more with each subsequent child what profound gifts motherhood and new life truly are.
So all of this to say that I'm still here, we're doing pretty well (sleep deprivation and mishaps considered), and we are head-over-heels in love with our sweet baby girl. Birth story and official "I had a baby!" blogpost forthcoming, of course.
For now I'll just say that life doesn't get much better than, well, this.
