I'm only writing again because I'm being bribed.

Just kidding. I might have done it sooner, if not for the whole giving birth thing. And to be frank, I didn't like writing when I was pregnant because I had so many conflicting emotions about the pregnancy. I was frightened that this birth would go like Zac's; I felt unprepared to deal with a third child; and I spent a good deal of time being pissed off at strangers.

Yet, I'm full of regret that I didn't record what went on. We moved from town in June. We had to pull Katie out of her charter school (a decision I still don't feel great about). Then, the weekend before Alex came, Hurricane Charley destroyed my parents' apartment, dashing their travel plans. They're still coming, supposedly, if Frances doesn't wipe them out.

In the ear: Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen

This new school situation is worrisome because Katie's teacher quit a week into the school year and was replaced by a woman who goes on maternity leave in December. How can they possibly expect first graders to adjust to three teachers in six months? Katie was beside herself when the first one left. I can only imagine how upsetting the imminent departure of the second will be for her.

watching: nothing. It's taken me a week to watch one episode of Food 911.

So far, though, Alex is wonderful. He's the mellowest of the three so far. He cries once a day, at the most, and eats like a rugby player. If, you know, rugby players breastfed.

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