It’s been a while. Have you missed me?
(Probably not, because I see or talk to on some sort of regular basis most of the people who read — or at least used to read, when I used to write — this blog. But anyway.)
I’ve missed writing. It’s not that I haven’t had things to say, but I just didn’t feel like most of the things that I wanted to say rose to the level of things that other people would want to read. So I didn’t write them down.
I’ve also been a little busy with day-to-day life raising a baby. And although I read plenty of mom bloggers and often forward their posts along, I’m not interested in chronicling every day of Teddy’s life here, or trying to find something funny or touching to say about every event to make it something you’d want to read. Sometimes, a kid putting sweet potatoes in his hair is just that, no bigger lesson intended or learned, and really? I should be giving him a bath, not writing about it. And you probably don’t want to know my tried-and-true lessons about getting said sweet potatoes out of a kid’s hair, either because a) been there, done that, or b) who cares? Also, I’m not actually sure that I have any. The sweet potatoes that I find there today may well have been there since last Thursday.
But, on the cusp of said kiddo coming up on his first birthday (WHAT?!? Huh? How did THAT happen?), I’ve slowly started getting back to some of the activities that filled my pre-Teddy life. I ran last weekend for the first time in 18 months, and I did a yoga video that I downloaded from on demand the other day. I even read pages in a book that weren’t about child development. I’m not doing these things nearly as frequently as I did before, but I’m getting back to them, and remembering how they contributed to my overall happiness.
Writing is one of those things. So I’m going to try to get back to it, which means you might be hearing from me a little more often. I can’t promise just how often — there’s still a little guy who is keeping us moving, moving, moving these days — but I’ll shoot for more than once every few months. Which may still be more than I lace up those running shoes…