It’s December, it’s the only time I think about updating my blog and actually show up at the computer to do it … it must be time for Holidailies again! (And I’m already a day late.)
The last time I did Holidailies, our family was a man, a woman, a preschool boy, a baby girl, two cats, and a dog. Now our family has one less cat (worthy of discussion another time), a pre-kindergartner, a preschool girl, a baby on the way, and we still have the dog. The new baby is due in about 24 days, so that’s just crazy to think about. It also means this Holidailies could be very exciting and/or completely interrupted! We also just sold a house, we’re building a house that should be done next month, and we’re trying not to add anything else to make us even more crazy.
We’re in Houston, so there will likely be no pictures of snow-bedecked houses at this journal. In fact, it’s 84 degrees right now and I’m having hot flashes. I thought that having a baby in December would be better than in July or August, but right now it feels mostly the same … except the air conditioner isn’t kicking on quite often enough.
And if you’ll excuse me, I must go convince my daughter that’s not a picture of a semi truck off in the distance behind Mary and Joseph in her Christmas story book.
There … that takes care of the languages our family sort of speaks.
I think I last posted about a year ago, probably for Holidailes, because that’s the only time I remember to touch this blog. Holidailies has been a long-standing journaller/blogger tradition of pledging to update every day for a 30 day period during December and January. Well, this year it was not its usual self and I wasn’t my usual self for the holidays, so I skipped it.
I would like to start writing again! I see what my sister-in-law does and that my sweet friend Chrissy is going to blog again, and I think … hey, I should do that. I should keep my far-flung family and friends updated on what’s happening in life. (Other than pithy/witty/whiny Facebook updates and loads of pictures uploaded to the same.)
So, ta da! First post of the year. First attempt to return to the journalling/blogging world I entered in 1997.
The last time I touched anything to update this site, I was 23 weeks pregnant with my second baby. That was in March, and I didn’t know if we were having a boy or a girl. Nora was born in July, and she’s five months old today. To say that I’m a little rusty on the whole blogging thing, that would be a major understatement.
Thirteen years ago, when I started any sort of writing online, I kind of floated around in various places and screen names before settling into who I’ve been ever since: Dormousie, since the user name Dormouse was taken everywhere else I looked. I love Lewis Carroll and Alice, you see, and I have always loved that silly dozy dormouse who sleeps in a teapot and tells stories about three sisters living in a well.
“What kind of a well?”
“It was a treacle well.”
I liked treacle because it was sickeningly sweet and I was so sick and tired of all the nasty, bitter things I read online all the time. Also, I was 20 and melodramatic.
I still like treacle because it’s sweet. I’m still kind of melodramatic. I’m definitely not 20, and the past 13 years have been really, really good to me. I’ll tell you more of that later, since I’m starting this up for Holidailies and I’ve got no theme or plan, and I’m not a mom-food-game-tv-hobby-craft-book-blogger.
I’m Erin, and I ended up in a lot of places I never expected. I just put my second baby in her bed and need to go check on the first so I can go sleep next to my husband while our cats weigh like anchors on our feet and the dog “protects” the rest of the house. Nice to see you again. 🙂