Oh my god, I am presently typing with two hands right now and man does it feel great! Let me explain. I have an 8 month old. For some of you I’m sure that that right there is explanation enough, for the rest of you I will expound.
My son is absolutely adorable, he is happy, friendly, intelligent and chubby. All good things. Since having him, however, I have spent the better part of the day with him in my arms–sleeping and awake (he has just recently started sleeping next to and not draped across me)–which means that I am developing wonderfully toned arms, a very strong bond with him, and the ability to type with one hand as he naps in my arms for an hour and half (don’t you dare put me down Mommy!).
While I can write quick emails, replies and blogs, for the most part, typing is just not what it used to be. I post my blogs in stolen moments, furtively hiding behind the coffee table as my son paws through his container of toys, or nervously as my son looks at me accusingly and cries while my husband tells me not to worry about it and whisks him away to some other part of the house (but the sound carries, it always carries).
This is why my blogs have been short and image-intensive (which my sister-in-law says she likes), but the truth is that I am long winded. I like to write and ponder and unravel things and I want to do that on here. So, here is to two handed blog entries!
Here are some pictures of the city I live in, and which I am a little obsessed with taking pictures of: Vancouver, BC. I also have a thing for trains.