For about 2.6 seconds I was living in a fantasy world, wherein my LO would sleep long enough for me to eat some lunch and make a riveting, uproarious and poignant return to the blogosphere. I got the lunch done, but by the time I found the link to login (which I haven’t accessed since November when I was just about to burst), my plans were impeded by an awake (and vocal) 14 week old raring to go. That said, I can tolerate his displeasure for just long enough to announce that I am officially returning to regular blogging about the joys of (new) motherhood… for anyone who cares that is.

Of course one would hope that the mood swings covered herein will no longer be solely mine, but also those of my son Dashiell (seen below looking — if I do say so myself — gorgeous). But I can’t promise anything. I have yet to determine who (between the two of us) is actually more volatile.

A few weeks ago during his favorite time of day (bathtime!)

Stay tuned and perhaps together, we can find out…