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Whitney and I just got our copies and it’s so fun. Now available on Amazon like any other real book. Wheee.

Don’t get me wrong, we’re still busy and we still can’t sleep past 6:30 am on most days and I’m still not sure how to make dinner that’s any more complicated than scrambled eggs, but we’re also on the other side of our big transition month. Yeehaw!

Heather
I started a new job that I really like and in a few weeks — when we’re out of stealth mode — I’ll be sure to fill y’all in on it. It’s close to home and generally very cool.

And Whitney and I are finishing our final final edits on the RM Book project. Next, we’ll learn all about the world of book marketing and publicity. If any flibbs readers have ideas or contacts, be sure to let me know!

This weekend is the ten year anniversary of me moving to San Francisco. Believe it or not, Meggan and I wandered into the Folsom Street Fair as one of our first events as new girls in town.

Alec
He’s the glue that’s been holding us all together. In so many ways. Last weekend, we traveled down to Santa Cruz for the Sentinel Triathlon. After racing hard all morning, Alec crossed the finish line with both of the boys. That’s also kind of a metaphor for how it’s been around here lately.

He’s working on RookieMoms.com tech support right now. When he finishes all that, I’ll see if I can get him to post an update on his own life.

We had our five years of dating anniversary this week. My oh my.

Holden
The first week of preschool, he had a grand old time. Really enjoyed himself for the most part. The second week, he realized that we intended for this place to be his New Normal and he wasn’t very pleased. He still wasn’t napping at school and he saved up his most meltdown-y behavior for the afternoons.

Now that we’re four weeks in, he’s back to having routine tantrums (last Thursday is still vivid in my memory) but they don’t seem affiliated with school anymore than anything else (for example: me eating the wrong carrot or picking up his lovey when he wanted to). Now that he’s able to take little naps there, we’ve seen a big improvement.

Milo
Our 7 month old seems entirely unphased by this new daycare arrangement. He’s happy when I leave him there and he’s happy when I pick him up. For the most part. The transition week was rougher on me than him if you measure such things by tears shed.

He’s getting more steady sitting up but still completely uninterested in eating food so far.

We’re also scrambling to find him a onesie-free wardrobe for “school”. Looking for deals on American Apparel and Baby Soy or similar.

Order prints from the Sentinel Triathlon at brightroom.

See the rest of our September pictures.

Apologies to anyone who has had the misfortune to ring our phone between the hours of 3pm and 7pm for the past three weeks. That’s our witching hour and I have no business answering anyway.

What have I been up to? Here are a few things:

• Transitioning two little guys into daycare and preschool. Associated hanging out at school, leaving and returning quickly, pumping, and dealing with two little guys who didn’t nap nearly enough.
• Reading the latest Harry Potter. With all the waiting in the cafe across from the preschool and nervously sitting by the phone at home, I busted out a 700+ page book in one week.
• Editing the Rookie Moms Handbook with Whitney. Yep, it just happened to be all in this same couple weeks that we got a hard copy proof to review with lots of major and minor tweaks waiting to be discovered. I think it’s coming along nicely and we can hardly wait to see it for reals.
• Biking hard with Olivia. Yesterday, we did 35-mile Tour d’Organics while Alec drove Holden and Milo from organic farm to organic farm to play and wait for us to pedal our sorry butts up and down the rolling hills. It was his first time taking them both on an outing and it was a biggie.
• Starting a new job. Today was my first day at a Berkeley Internet start-up. I’d like to say more but I’m so darn superstitious after my last couple forays into working that I’d like to see how this plays out a little before sharing more. Suffice it to say that I’m trying to be professional during the hours between screaming tearful drop-offs.