2 Hours

 I can remember my last semester of grad school wondering what life would be like if it wasn't measured in semesters. Public accounting took care of that by dividing my life according to busy seasons. And then for a couple of years I had this weird life where time wasn't really measured by anything and I was actually aware of the changing seasons and other natural markers of the passage of time. That has now come to an abrupt end as my life is now measured in the 2-hour increments between feedings. Two hours might seem like a fair chunk of time, but really it takes about an hour to feed him, which only leaves one hour to actually do anything. Fortunately I don't feel like doing anything anyway. He does usually give us a 4 or 5 hour stretch at night so that is fabulous.

Not a whole lot of exciting news to share here I guess. Bambi is coming by later today for a photo shoot so for those of you who want to see 10,000 pictures of Isaiah I should have those posted in the next couple of days.