On again, off again

I have always had such an on-again, off-again love affair with our little blog here - I think about it almost everyday, but never post. Think about things to say, but never say them. Come across fabulous photos but never show them. 'Tis a sad, sad tale of unrequited love...

Well, that little bit of silliness off my chest, I can say in all seriousness I realized after talking to a friend today (yes, Amanda, that's you), that I don't have to be a noble-prize winning poet laureat to write in my blog (after all if Amanda can survive TWO MONTHS in Yemen - yes, I said Yemen - I can certainly bare my soul on the world wide web). I usually wait until I have a ton of baby news or an oscar-winning heroic mommy story to post, but in truth, I have plenty of fun daily tidbits I could share that would just be plain fun for me to journal about. I've shared our blog address with almost everyone I know, but I know there are only a handful of people that check in on it, like I check in on my friends' blogs. And I know that I'm always dissapointed when they don't have updates so maybe I'm dissapointing someone out there too. Highly unlikely, I know, for even as I make this miraculous post it will more than likely stay completely unread for days or weeks until someone accidently types in my address : )

Anyway, I wish I were as funny and well-read as Heather Armstrong (true fans will know this real 'dooce' name), but maybe for today I can just be me and see how that goes. Signing off in mommyville as I listen to the cries of the just-awakened baby Ella-beast...



- no actual tidbits were related, created or harmed in this post, tune in tomorrow for some actual content -