Where, oh where, have Boo and Ben done gone??

For those who follow this here blog (both of you), this summer has been a long, undeserved dry spell - and for that I'm sorry.

I have a number of excuses that I'm willing to try out on you, in the long-standing tradition of pasta chefs everywhere (throw some at the wall until they stick, and then you're done):

1. Last week was my first experience being truly on my own with two boys. Momma went back to work, Grandma Kay and Pop-Pop fled back to Michigan, and, well, I could have asked Bubbe and Poppy Mike for help, but I was too damn proud. (We all survived. Gimli, however, is still complaining about neglect and threatening to call the ASPCA.)
2. Neither Felicia nor I have been getting enough sleep - Felicia because she's been getting up to feed the baby a couple times a night, and answering pages when she's on call, and I because, well, I've been... hearing her get up. (Okay, lame, I know, but still.)
3. We're about to switch from our 4-1/2-year-old Dell to one of the new iMacs, and I'm holding off on any new photo or video projects until I have the new computer. Honestly, it's just more files that I'll have to find a way to move over from a Windows machine that is within a single lock-up or failed reboot of taking a nose-dive off the edge of the hill. We're all better off if I wait, believe me.

Truly, the kids are fine. Baby Ben was up to 11 pounds 6 ounces as of a week ago Monday (the 27th) - he's gone from the 25th percentile in weight at birth to the 75th in just 5 weeks. (Powerful stuff, that Momma Milk.) He's developing a nice second chin, which he'll just have to work off on the jumpy chair in a few months, once we start the baby aerobics program that seems to have worked so well with Josh.

Momma, meanwhile, is having No Issues At All with the Milk Fairy this time around. In fact, she's out-producing the little human fire hose by anywhere between 12 to 18 ounces a day. (Remember how stressed out we were, this time with Josh, about every last 1/4 ounce that got wasted??) Not only does she have the entire lower compartment of our kitchen fridge's freezer filled to capacity, but she has stuffed a little mini-freezer in the garage that we bought especially for this purpose to the point where if she stopped pumping tomorrow, we could probably feed Ben until he's about, oh, four. (Years, that is, not months.)

The Milk Fairy taketh away, and then she giveth...

The Blog Fairy, however... well, you'll just have to wait until the iMac arriveth. And then, watch out.

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[Auntie Tee Tee]

I miss Boo and Ben stories... ME NEED BOO FIX. NOW. (pweez?)