Problem: We have two giant white peach trees coming on and usually at this time of year, I can be found gearing up for a canning, jam-making, peach-dehydrating odyssey. Unfortunately, that’s not happening this year due to the newborn permanently fixed to my chest. And now I wonder: What will happen to all 10 million of those gorgeous white peaches? I fear Jake will end up making more peach wine out of them. Peach wine tastes about as good as it sounds.

It’s funny.  I used to think that I could keep doing my usual thing with a newborn in the picture. I thought I would be able to can my brains out right about now. I figured June would just sleep all day, freeing me up to indulge in all my usual pursuits. Wrong. So very, very wrong.  So tragically wrong.  June naps maybe once or twice a day and when she’s not napping, she’s usually one whimper away from a Three Mile Island-scale meltdown.

I suppose this is my comeuppance for such blind ignorance. In the meantime, I wonder how many peaches I can eat a day.

I’m going for ten.