I haven't written anything since August 16th. I wish I could say I have been exceedingly busy, but honestly, I just put it on my procrastination list. I made some dinners, visited with some friends, did the laundry, changed a LOT of diapers. I found lots of things to do to avoid writing. And thus, here we are. How am I ever going to write a novel!?
Well, my short reflection for the day is about Maeve (shocker). Scott and I have decided that living with her is like living with a raccoon. She chews on everything, tears any piece of paper she can find into a thousand pieces, knocks things over, chews on wires (or attempts to anyway) and God help us if we try to have a quiet cuddle moment. Those fierce feet are kicking whatever they can make contact with and her hands generally use our faces - and particularly my ears for whatever reason - as handles to climb up on our heads. She is on the verge of crawling, truly on the very cusp, and then we, the Raccoon Ranglers are really in trouble.
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