Monday, July 13, 2009


Harriet is seven weeks tomorrow, and some semblance of regular life has returned to us. We spent our weekend doing things we would have done without her-- Saturday bbq at friends' house, Sunday brunch and ice cream. All modified somewhat, of course, by her presence (i.e. brunch at mid-afternoon), but definitely doable, and it's wonderful. It's as though since she's been born, I've had to relearn how to live in the world, because it's so different now, but we're really beginning to figure it out. Which is made very easy by Harriet's firm understanding of nighttime. She gets up once to eat, but otherwise we keep very civilized hours, and are all the better for it. She's a good baby, albeit a quite serious and/or grumpy one-- we've seen a few smiles, but they've been all too fleeting. And she only ever laughs when she's asleep, but really, I'll take any laughs at all.