I don't know where time goes. I suspect that it is being sucked into an alternate dimension along with my socks. You wake up and 6 months have gone by all of a sudden.
Getting on with baby #2 has taken a back seat to just getting through the holidays and travel. Two weeks at "home" will be just enough to taste Mexican food again and prick our barely healed hearts with the California forks. Which, I imagine, look a lot like ones you use for crab.
The impending MIL situation is somewhat made worse by my 5 1/2 month wall of silence. And by silence, I just mean not really chatting on the phone. I hate the phone. Really. I am known for this trait in my own family. Queen of the two minute conversations. My calls are much like telegrams. Email and texting are definitely preferred.
I have been unable to watch or read the news for this past week. My heart aches for all those families, and whenever my chirpy little one lets me hold her close, I squeeze her and say an extra prayer for all of them.