Since it's been almost two weeks -- TWO WEEKS -- since I last blogged, I have come to a few conclusions. Let me share them with you:

1. This is the 700th entry on this blog. That's a lot of entries, and I'm proud of that number, especially since it has recently occurred to me that I may never write anything meaningful again. This is both because my brain no longer works and because I never have both of my hands available. I think fondly of the days when I used to write things ... sentences and paragraphs. Sometimes whole coherent stories. I like words. But clearly they are gone forever.

2. My new turnaround time on answering email, returning phone calls, and other social niceties is about 10 days. I base this on the fact that this is how long it took me to respond to an email in which a sweet friend was asking to come by, visit, and bring us a meal. Ten days to say "Yes, please do that, what a lovely offer." I will be lucky to have any friends left in a few months. Not that my family should feel left out of the neglect either. Here's another true fact: My sister Hannah and her husband Daniel got flooded out of their Nashville apartment two weeks ago. (Short version: It was bad, but they were safe and are fine now and all moved into a new dry place.) I knew all about it because my mom and dad were here at the time and phone calls updating us on the status of things were happening constantly. But it took me until yesterday to actually get on the phone and talk with Hannah about the loss of her home in a natural disaster. OH MY WORD. Thanks for still taking my call, Hannah. You are a better sister than me.

3. Since they are making it impossible for me to get anything else done, it is a good thing that my kids are so cute. And seriously, people, they are adorable. So in lieu of any intelligent commentary, here are some photos from the last couple of weeks.

Isaac gets to know Dangles the Monkey, the fifth member of our family.

Kate has started having little morning chats with Isaac. Mostly, this consists of her calling him "buddy" and asking how he's doing. If he so much as flinches, she comes running up to tell me that he is hungry and I should feed him. Good advice.

Isaac and his Gam. And while we're talking about my mom, I should take a minute to say that I have no idea what we would have done if she had not been willing to come and spend three weeks cooking, doing laundry, playing with Kate and basically running the entire Wachdorf establishment when Isaac was born. Dan's mom is here now taking the second shift of the same job and it is amazing to have that kind of help. I'm pretty sure we'd be eating hot dogs three meals a day and wearing dirty clothes if our moms weren't so willing to love us this way. To repay them, we completely failed to get either of them a gift for Mother's Day last week. Like I said, we are really knocking it out of the ballpark around here lately.

Isaac and his Geez discuss four wheelers and other manly things.

Isaac is three weeks old now and is still a very happy, content baby. Unless he's hungry. Then life is very very tragic for 30 seconds or so. Then he's happy again. And pretty cute too.

And with that, my time is up. Thanks for checking in.