Yeah… I didn’t think it would take long, but I have finally mastered a brand new skill. One most useful and particularly applicable to how I have to live my life for the next… oooh about nine months.

I can cook, clean, eat and now type one handed!

It took a bit of doing, but I realised yesterday that if I ever wanted to do anything ever again I have to be able to do it slightly differently. My boys are what my sister calls ‘hand babies.’ Not that its possible to spoil a baby of only a month old, but these babies spend a lot of time in either mine or Dave’s arms. Sometimes its the only way to calm them down; they don’t want food, or changing or anything else, just the feel of a warm body next to theirs. And I can understand that. There are few things nicer than a good hug, right? Well these kids sometimes want that. The problem is that means that one hand (usually arm) is completely out of commission. The second one usually is close after.

So yesterday I made dinner and subsequent snacks completely one handed. Jacket potatoes; one hand. Salad prep; one hand. Dishing out; one hand. I had to eat with both hands, but that was allowed – jackets have tough skin; I needed a knife and fork to tackle it. Cleaning up; one hand. Acquiring dessert; one hand. It was fabulous!

All I need to be able to do now is all that with reduced levels of sleep, on a consistent basis and we’ll be well away.

Oh; I should say as well. Happy birthday! Well… insofar as anybody celebrates month anniversaries, but I feel obliged to hop up and down and squeal. Its been a month. A whole month! And its gone so, so fast! I know people say it, but I’ve never really understood before how fast the time goes. Somehow we’ve managed to survive the madness of two babies and sleepless nights and constant feeds. We’re both sane and healthy and if we can do one month, we can do as many more as we need to.

Feeling quite confident right now. And positive. Squeeee! ^_^