where does the time go?

I have no idea where time goes, lately. I think the addition of a second child to your household does something funny to the space-time continuum.

Ides of March

I recall having plenty of free time and lots of energy to play game, read books and post pictures with Emma. Now I turn around after supper and it’s 11:30 PM and time for bed. (I must admit, though, I have found time to play Knights of the Old Republic.)

There are a bunch of really cute pictures in this batch. See if you can spot Emma’s version of the Baby Bjorn, Henry’s ever-growing smiles, the bags under my and Marla’s eyes and the effects a wired 2.8 year old has on a gift basket full of shredded paper padding.