Small steps

Henri is working on his first teeth. I thought there was only one about to make an appearance, but no, it’s a pair. So he gets moments of fussiness and crying. To be honest, Henri’s crying can get rather intense, so we try to just hang on, comfort him, and hope he feels better quickly.

In other news, I managed to tame my desk! It’s not completely done, there’s still work to be finished to sort through papers and stuff, and the rest of the area is a bit of a disaster. But there’s a table, and books, and papers, and pens. So I feel rather encouraged.

Ps: as I sit with the mess all around, I think the word tame couldn’t be more appropriate. I feel like I’m sitting on the edge of the jungle: there’s a clearing, and it is exhilarating. But just beyond the light, in the shadows, there’s a lot of unknown and possible dangers. But it’s ok. I’ve got the kids and a lamp. And a pen. With all that, I should be ok to venture into the darkness