Ten is a Perfect Number
And it’s not because of the decimal system. Why then? Because baby #10 is apparently perfect. Our sweet girl arrived in May, all 7lb 2oz of her. She’s a great snuggler, a beautiful girl, and the kind of gorgeous that knocks me over every time.
Everything writing related in my life was put on pause while I was happily distracted, and we’re only now easing back into a schedule. Apparently she’s okay with me waking up early and writing, while she catches up on beauty sleep, so that’s good.
The other kids are absolutely obsessed with her. I say that like it’s a good thing… and it is, with the possible exception of the toddler. Tell me this: In the natural flow of things, what does any object (doll, truck, sippy cup) a toddler is obsessed with look like after a few weeks?
Uh-huh.
My job has been something between a bodyguard and chaperone. It’s a little intense.
I do have some writing news to share though! I’m plotting my next novel (can’t figure out a way to work in a murder mystery yet) and I have some exciting news about my novel about the Tower of Babel that I’m hoping to share with y’all next month! So stay tuned.
