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Willow has her blog, and so will the new girl

"You're going to be outnumbered!" my sister exclaimed after hearing Cherish and I were expecting another baby girl.
"I'm already outnumbered!" I retorted.
Of course I know what my sister means. In just a few months, I'm going to have two little girls, one in full toddlerhood and another an infant, to take care of (or as I sometimes see it, two human beings to keep alive). And of course I knew what I meant. Taking care of one tiny person sometimes feels like taking care of 20 (and besides I'm already outnumbered two girls to one, or two Cherishes to one, if you want to look at it that way).
Ah, but you see ... I love my girls. And I will love my girls.
So I'm willing to take any punishment they dish my way.
And I'm about to heap on a whole bunch of punishment myself.
I already write this blog, which I really try to see as a record of my and Willow's time. Sometimes it's easy to keep up with this blog. Sometimes the effort is enormous. I'm quite busy, you see, keeping a tiny human being alive and all.
But I can't very well write "Daddy Tree: The Willow Chronicles" and not write "Daddy Tree: The Baby No. 2 Chronicles."
So, yes, I'm going to take on a second blog, one devoted to Baby No. 2, whom, by the way, we're code naming "Olive" (no, that won't be her name when she's born).
I realize I'll have adventures simultaneously with both girls, but in keeping with the idea that these are records for both girls to have and to cherish, I'll write twin posts in their blogs (copy and paste, copy and paste). But most the time, I'll have a unique entry for Willow and another entry for Olive (again, no, that will not be her name).
(Just so you know, the boy's code name would have been "Parker," which is an inside joke.)
As always the blogs will be open for anyone to read and comment on, but to me they'll be extensions of my memory, something to hold on to and to share with my girls later on.
I'll have writing gaps, of course, because you can't have any memories if you don't have the experience in the first place.
But once lived, a good experience becomes a memory you can repeat over and over again.

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