i know, it's been a while.

No, I haven't given up on this little corner of the internet. In fact, I've got plans for a whole new weblog. I think it's time to admit that the think wasn't so hard to know after all.

In the meantime, however, life keeps flying past. We're moving in a week, and Marc is doing all (most) of the packing while I sit here and think sad thoughts about this apartment that I never really liked all that much anyway. I'm an awful mover. There's something about seeing all of our possessions out of their normal context that makes me sad. Maybe it reminds me that our lives are not permanent. Maybe it just goes against my inner OCD. Either way, expect me to be frantic and depressed for a few weeks, or at least until we get things settled.

The house looks, quite frankly, amazing. Thanks to help from pretty much everyone we've ever met in our entire lives, we managed to pull it together with some time to spare. Thanks go, in particular, to new neighbors and new readers John and Tristan, who met us once and instantly became our friends. They've given up a few long evenings to help us out with the painting and the baby wrangling, helping us get over a few humps where we thought things would never get finished. More importantly, they've helped us feel like we're welcomed into our new neighborhood. We lived in this apartment for two years and never met anyone but our one creepy neighbor, and John and Tristan arrived on our doorstep the evening after our closing with a bottle of champagne and plastic cups, and we sat on the porch and discussed our Big Plans. For that, we can not thank them enough.

Of course, the kid also grows ever larger, and although he has slowed down his growth a bit, he still elicits comments like, "What a big fellow you are!" and "I bet you give your Mommy quite a backache!" He finally falls within the 5-95%ile curve for weight, but just barely. Height-wise, he hovers somewhere around "Stringbean."

I know there's hardly anyone reading anymore, but if there's something you'd particularly like incorporated into the new weblog, let me know. I'm planning for something like this, journalish, but with lots of product design reviews and family-culture commentary. I think that's where my mind is most of the time, these days, and I have plenty to say about it.

J's awake, so I'm going to sign off. Plus I'm getting less and less sympathetic looks from my husband, who is doing all (most) of the packing.