Pen-wielding Baby

Ack, Typepad has forgotten me.  Good thing I came up with the right password.  I guess when my grandmother and my editor start sending me "are you OK?" emails I better get back here.

Oh, June (and um, July), where did you go?  Having Elliot home full time has officially sent me into the land of unproductive-ness (not really a word, eh?)  It doesn't help that Lucie is at the age where I turn around to find her standing on barstools and such.  I have so much to say, and well, really nothing to say.  How is that possible?  Sort of like these summer days seem to drag and fly by at the same time. 

This has not been an easy summer here.  When I read posts like Blair's, I think, "wow, I so can't relate."  Maybe when my kids are little older, I hope summer will be a carefree, breezy time.  Maybe I should have taken it as a sign when on the very first morning  of summer my cat came in the dog (cat?) door and dropped a LIVE rabbit in the middle of my kids, one of my dogs and me, only to send me into a screaming fit as I chased the wee bunny around my kitchen catching him in a box and promptly despositing him in the yard.  Sort of wish I had that one caught on tape.

I'll try and be back here soon.  Just know I'm in survival mode now.  It's so not you, it's me.