Baby is now eight months old. The last time I blogged was the night before Kiowa was born. I updated the blog, felt sick, walked into the room to wake Pieter and my water broke. Since then I haven't been able to get into the Reporters Without Border's Blog for some technical reason, and been too busy to think about anything except raising a baby and configure a new life with a baby and playing on facebook. Yes, I spend in ordinate amount of hours on facebook. Embarrassingly too many. I enjoy it immensely, and love catching up with old friends I have not seen in years and many of whom I may never have the pleasure to meet again in my life time -so scattered are we all.

So tonight I write. These few weeks has been momentus: I joined a gym, I got my green card approval, returned to the ceramic studio, Pieter has agreed we should look for a bigger place to move to, Kiowa slept through the night, I took him for his first swim. I started to read a report on cyber espionage and my brain has yet to explode.

I am writing. I keep saying that I would like to start to write again. I think I would like to write some small articles for some small magazines. I like to work on thinking again. I would like to work on my art. Maybe garden a little bit.

I didn't end up with law school because I choose to have a baby. He is beautiful. He is loving and funny and sings really badly. No eight months old can sing in tune, my son surely cannot. People laugh at me when i tell them that he is singing, but he is. I can tell: I am his mother.

So here we go, I am starting up Glutter again. Back on the old server. I don't know what I would be doing with this. I don't know where it will go. But I realized a few weeks ago, that being a mum is not an all consuming occupation. Women who become that, become ranty competitive bores. I am still me, just that now I have a son to take care and a marriage to uphold while I be myself.