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Hello you guys! I seem to have forgotten how to blog with everything going on around here. I'm sure I'm not the only one. Hope you all are coping okay?

Last week Things finally got to some semblance of a routine this week and I've been finally feeling better and in charge of my emotional faculties. I've taken over one of the upstairs bedrooms and set it up as my office-cum-homeschool room. In other words, the room is a big mess, but both my daughter and I are able to navigate the room fine as everything in the room has a meaning in our own brains. We're both very organized that way. I've been using a sit-stand desk for my work laptop and I'm a little glad that I got to try this system finally. When I'm not working, I'm helping the girl with her letters, numbers, or fun activities. Trust me, this is difficult but we worked through the system this week, and think we have it under control. My father-in-law watches my son during the day as the little ma…

The Evening Sunday Salon: It's been a month!

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Wow, I've been writing this post since this morning. So much for a yay, I'm blogging post. On the plus side, as someone commented on this blog a month ago, I am discovering a new normal around here. I can't say the current routine (or lack thereof) is making me super happy, since I am a creature of routine and predictability and babies scoff at routine and predictability. But, I'm finding comfort in being able to spend even a minute doing something I always took for granted, be it taking a shower or brushing my teeth (yes, this!), or even reading blogs or writing a blog post. The only thing I've been able to do without any trouble is read.

Shreya at her naming ceremony
Shreya turned one month old last week. I said this before and I say it again - time is flying too fast when I don't want it to! Maybe I'm enjoying a vacation, or having a great time with friends or family, or it just happens to be the weekend - but the Time God makes sure that it goes by soon. On the contrary, if it's exam season, or a tough work week, or a really long labor, I sure end up feeling every single minute of that torture.

Past few weeks, I've enjoyed holding this beautiful girl and watching how she expresses her needs and desires. She LOVES to feed (maybe all newborns do?) and she loves staring at points of bright light. Which means, she is usually up at dawn (and us with her) to welcome the sun. Those few early morning hours are when she's most active and I spend a good part of that time begging her to go to sleep. Of course, newborns don't understand begging.

I have been busier during the past two weeks than I was during the first couple of weeks. I've been reading less too, mainly because I haven't been as interested in reading. Still, I did finish two books (My Grandmother Asked Me To Tell You She's Sorry and My Man Jeeves) and am halfway through a third (The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy). I also managed to write two reviews, so maybe it's not all bad.



I return to work in two weeks. Although I'm ready for the routine, I know I'm going to miss my girl terribly. I keep praying for these last two weeks to go by slow but we know how that's going to happen. We started making short trips with the baby (to restaurants and stores) and so far they have been uneventful. I've been trying to squeeze in daily walks in the evenings but she has not been napping too well this past week, making for a cranky evening baby.

Last week, I started properly cataloging the books I own. I've always had some kind of a list at Goodreads and as an excel spreadsheet but both haven't been updated in months. It's a slow going project but hopefully will be the final up-to-date catalog for now. Part of what prompted it was a missing book scare - I still don't know if a book is missing, and if yes, which one it is but I decided it was time to keep a list somewhere.

What's happening at your end?

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