  So. It's been almost a month since I posted last and for that, I have no explanation. I also make no apologies. I just haven't felt like it. Instead I've been reading books at a speed previously only matched in my childhood, when I'd check out ten books from the library and finish them in three days or less. I've been reading novels by Barbara Kingsolver to the point that I am now suffering from a Kingsolver burn-out.
But I love her work. I love that it's full of history and sociology and science and I love that she says everything without telling you much. My favorites so far are Prodigal Summer and The Poisonwood Bible . I have also been sewing--and for once in my life I finished a project. But please don't tell my sister because it's a surprise for Isaac Andrew and I'm rather proud of how it turned out. My next project is to create a fabulous purple quilt for my niece Emma. See why I haven't been posting?
My life is pretty unexciting. I clean the house, make some dinner, fold some socks. I think about writing poems and essays, but I never do. Sometimes I write in my journal, but usually I build block towers or play Animal Parade with Jack. We go to the library and the grocery store a lot and sometimes we visit the mall to play in the kids zone and window shop.
Some days we just stay home and make sure the animals have their heads on tight. I vacuum eveyr other day and Jack helps by riding the vacuum and taking all of the attachments out of their storage compartment. He throws his toys everywhere and stands on chairs and spits his food down his front. A couple of days ago he learned how to jump off the bottom stair. We have whole conversations using only gestures and whines. A day in the life. 
