back in the saddle.

We're signing one kid up for a heart transplant and another one got a Lego stuck up his nose yesterday so I figured it was about time to start writing again, if only to keep tabs on all the bodily shenanigans around these parts.

I am here in the same place T was last year, but for the fourth time and not the first. I think new babies are magical no matter how many you meet, and they are also messy and time consuming and generally bad for productivity. gimme all the babies.

I'm not sure what I want out of writing in this space this time around, or if it will be more than a one-time visit. but something about the idea of blogging has been calling to me again so here I am, you siren.