Today, classes start at SUNY-Oneonta (aka SUCO). And, yes, I'm teaching two sections of the same course this term. Yes, the baby is only five weeks old -- but we gotta eat and pay bills and get out of the blasted house. I'm looking forward to being irritated by undergrads again. Yes, this is not a good sign.
The sticky bit is that the Dude can't start at the Diva's wonderful day care/preschool until Sept. 18, which means that we have a few weeks of baby juggling ahead of us. Fortunately, the Hub's dept. head seems to be OK with him carrying the Dude about the theatre in a Baby Bjorn while I teach. Or, at least, if not approved, hasn't object too strongly. Some days, we actually will have friends/family here to watch him (the baby, not Scott), so that we can avoid exposing the boy to theatre at such a tender age. Our hope is that this one won't be attracted to the stage and will do something more sensible with his life. It is too late for the Diva, who knows how to find her light and command attention.
Posting might be sparse, except when it isn't. Still not sure how this will all play out. It's a fluid process, this baby thing.
Oh, and before I forget, we all went to a three-year old pal's birthday party over the weekend. The weather was gorgeous and the b-day girl's backyard was full of little girls in party dresses. It was a hoot.
Of course, we had a camera.
The birthday girl.
Our girl...and I'm feeding the Dude in the background. (And speaking of our girl, she insisted on taking a bath in the baby tub last night. It was a tight squeeze, but she forced her way into the thing. So do you think she might be regressing a bit now that her brother has arrived? *sigh*)