Hello again.

I feel compelled to apologise for how long its taken me to get back to blogging. My excuse is that Neva arrived 3 weeks early and caught us all flatfooted - I was scrambling for a while to catch up but I think we've finally established a sort of rhythm.

The trick has been Lloyd's schedule - which while as a schoolteacher he's home by 3:30 but as a musician he isn't always been around. Which sucks. Sometimes I just need to hand Neva off to someone to have a moment to myself. She's great, don't mistake me but there's something to be said for peeing without squirming infant in your arms that you can't put down because she'll start howling.

Still, I've found some time to run. Nothing fantastic and certainly nothing regular but its time to shake off some craziness and worry. Especially after the Moms group that's run at the hospital. I think I only have it in me to go for another week or so. Those ladies, while very nice, think too hard and voice too many concerns and in doing so make me paranoid about how Neva eats, sleeps, breathes, is developing, isn't developing...