At the beginning of the year, I made a resolution to write something at least once a week. In the past, I’ve aimed to write something everyday, but it’s always proved too much. So this year I decided to try for once a week — in order to keep me in the habit of writing, while giving me an achievable goal.
Last week, I broke that resolution. But I like to think I had a good reason — all 7 pounds, 15 ounces of it:
Oliver James was born at 9:34 a.m. on April 1. Plus side: his birthdate, 4-1-14 (or 1-4-14 for my international friends) will be easy to remember. Downside: no one will believe him when he says it’s his birthday.
Oliver, his brilliant mom, and his extremely proud big sister are all doing well.
I’ll get back to writing more soon. For now, I’m preoccupied enjoying the miracle that is my newborn son.