Between trying to educate Merry, keep track of Elspeth, and love up the baby (not to mention hosting receptions and company; attending and keeping track of Martin's shindigs; rereading an amazing book--The Known World--and having hysterical fits about the coming election and Palin in particular), I've had little time to blog.
Did I mention the constant Putting Up for winter? The other night I had a dream I put the baby in a tupperware and marked it with masking tape and permanent marker: BABY. Only until the next morning did I remember that Beatrix was still in the freezer, and hoped she would thaw well.
And now, suddenly, just as I begin to write, I'm inundated by girls again. Well, there will come a time, I'm sure. Meanwhile the trick is to remember wild and unfettered gratitude for all the abundance of. . .girls.
I leave you with this. A snap of the girls in their sleeping caps (I love Elspea's especially. Stylish.)
