Well, another couple of weeks have gone by at the Ewald compound. Our apologies for the silence.
Apparently these are the days and weeks that, somewhere in the future, we will be looking back upon with fond memories. How little Anders was, how we had to sleep with a bouncy seat in our bed, how Patsy learned to time her begging alongside Ander's hunger, and those tile-echoed screams of his first official bath. Our new lives are taking shape day by day, and what's left of night by night. Where once we used clocks, we can skillfully tell time by what shows are on (Maury at 4am, 2pm, and 4pm*, Wheel of Fortune at 7:30pm sharp). We're taking less care of ourselves as we care more for our little man friend.
That said, we always remember to brush before whatever bed means. We still eat breakfast in what could generally be considered morning. And lord is there dancing - we haven't lost the art of dance! If anything, Anders has really made us step up our Running Man game...
Which is all just to say - there's not a ton to say, though we're alive. We have a child and we're trying our hardest—who could ask for anything more?
*Admittedly, this is our cheap attempt to feel better about ourselves. With every Povich reveal of who isn't the father, to know that—"in the case of Anders - David you ARE the father"—we feel pretty damn good about this whole thing.
