Indulge me in a little bit of navel-gazing?
In the past three months, I’ve written two posts on here. I could blame Simon and having to chase after him, blah blah blah, but in fact right now he’s asleep on the couch next to me: we’ve *finally* gotten to the point that he can nap without actually having a boob in his mouth the whole time (yay!). So that’s not an excuse.
I could say that nothing exciting has been happening, but that’s a lie. We’ve been taking family adventures almost every weekend (the beach, LACMA, Renaissance Fair, the Natural History museum, whale watching), or our long weekend trip to San Francisco last month. They’ve been super awesome, and I’ve taken a ton of pictures. We’ve done a fantastic job making the most of this year’s adventure.
I haven’t even blogged about my grandma’s death and the resultant trip home (April 23). I wanted to write an awesome tribute post, and share some of my favorite pictures of her and implore all of you to make some cinnamon rolls in her honor. But I didn’t. I also didn’t blog about the massive cross-stitch project I’m working on, or bemoan my lack of spinning/knitting time (oh how I miss it!) or this:
which is but a small portion of the canning that I’ve done this past week-ish. Nectarine jam and spiced cherry jam, if you’re wondering. AND IT’S SO GOOD.
I haven’t blogged about how different-but-same every day is, or how fast Simon is growing up before my very eyes, or our weekly trips to the farmer’s market, or my daydreams about the pretty houses all around our neighborhood here in South Pasadena. I haven’t blogged about getting ready for the impending move to Akron, the rewards of breastfeeding, or how much fun I have with wrapping Simon in my ever-growing collection of pretty babywearing devices.
I came up with the most delicious peach-coconut muffin recipe and didn’t tell you about it.
So what happened? Twitter, for one. It’s so much easier to deposit life anecdotes in 140 characters and a picture, thanks to my trusty iPhone. Sitting down at the computer, composing my thoughts, uploading pictures…it suddenly seems like so much more work than it used to.
What I don’t know, though, is where to go next. I’m already mad at myself (no, that’s not too strong a word) for failing so spectacularly at chronicling this year’s adventure. In 30 years I’m going to care less about the yarn acquisitions and insipid memes of 2011 than I do about the fun we’ve had since July 16, 2012. But I still can’t make myself sit down and write.
I’m not sure what I’m getting at here. I know I haven’t been reading as many blogs lately, and I suspect you do the same – I spend more time talking to y’all on Facebook or Twitter or good old fashioned email. So I don’t know how many of you are still checking back here, even.
I guess I’m hoping desperately for a second wind. Because I miss this 🙂