Where to Begin?

Where do I begin? It seems that over the last few weeks I have thought of a thousand things I wanted to write about and yet, I have found little time to sit and write....here's why:

• We are out every morning doing something that requires us to leave the house by 9:15 a.m. and we frequently don't return until noon, at the earliest...
• Monday: 9:30 a.m.~Mom's walking group
• Tuesday: 10:00 a.m.~AP playgroup
• Wednesday: 9:30 a.m.~YMCA gym workout
• Thursday: Our only free day and I usually plan to do something with a friend or a grocery store!
• Friday: 9:30 a.m.~YMCA gym workout

• Tuesdays and Thursdays I have started a babysitting trade with my friend Stacy. This leaves me with Tuesday afternoons without Sam and Thursday afternoons with an extra 2 year old!
• I have started preparing for my seasonal Farmers market job as the CSA (Community Supported Agriculture)Coordinator position. A CSA program is very interesting...for those of you who aren't familiar with it check out this link .
• Sam has become so incredibly needy in the last few days. He is asking to nurse (I have let him and he essentially kisses my breast and then asks, "Where did the milk go?", so he's forgotten how to nurse and I am thankful for that, but felt it was important to honor his desire to try again), wanting hugs and cuddles numerous times throughout the day, generally feeling a bit jealous of Arlo. I am pretty sure his recent behavior is due to a delayed adjustment to having a baby brother. Tonight was the first night in 5 days I have eaten dinner without a child on my lap.
• As soon as I get Sam interested in something, Arlo needs me. I am not complaining at all...actually, I have really enjoyed giving to my boys...I feel so lucky to have the time to do it and I know how important it is to honor their needs.
• The weather has become quite nice here and there is suddenly a large amount of yard work to be done!

And why do I keep myself so busy? I am still mourning the loss of my mother in an extreme way. Keeping busy helps me deal with the myriad of emotions I am experiencing everyday. Next week I will meet with a grief counselor and I hope that I will find comfort in my meeting with her. Iris is her name. How pretty.