No rest.

Feb. 10, Harlingen, TX.
It seems I'm barely out of bed and the day is already over, my back giving up. Either that or I'm starting to think I overestimated the possibility of working at home while taking care of a baby.
No connection to the internet, so I decided to go on working on the photography and tried to shoot some of the show. A disaster on all counts. Dylan wouldn't rest for a minute once more today, and after about ten minutes in the BabyBjorn started to squirm and cry - shooting session over. Not much was lost anyway, as trying to shoot action pictures with my little point-and-shoot Canon is like drawing with only one finger to grab the pencil: an exercise in frustration. Dylan's finally taking a nap and it's 8PM.
One thing accomplished over the last two days: finally got the birth announcements printed... I'll try to add a note to some and then mail them on Monday, one day after Dylan will turn three months: better late than never.
Priscilla brought over some bread she made. We're neighbors ion this lot, speaking out of the windows. It's funny how every set up feels different, like a different village every time, with different neighbors, different "streets," a different feel.