So I have the Internet again, and it’s nice to be back.
However, the two week detox was good for me, and it made me reminisce.
When I started blogging, my baby was under six months old. Now he’s almost a year and a half, with opinions and a dangerous climbing habit.
And then there’s this:
He keeps me on my toes.
So, I have my two hands full. Add to the children a gas dryer in an all-electric house, and you’ve got a busy lady.
I am here to testify that putting clothes on the line is super fun. It’s almost meditative. I think deep thoughts. My towels feel like porcupines when they dry.
So much has happened these last few weeks. I ate about four avocado’s worth of Holy Guacamole last night. Derrick thought it would be a good night for a family walk and I sloshed my way through the neighborhood, full of guac. I almost threw up.
I saw a fox when I was putting dishes away, right outside my kitchen window! Q spent the rest of the afternoon with an empty toilet paper roll, hunting foxes.
“I’m hunting foxes so I can eat them for runch!”
I have a goat story. I’m saving it for a whole post, dedicated to the goat.
Quinten turned three. It was a wild party full of Superheroes out at the farm. Someone threw up.
My friend Jess tried to teach me how to crochet. I hate it. I can never find the right hole and I forget which direction I was going in, and I hate counting.
I have a microwave that dings like an easy bake oven; it’s that old. I have no idea how long to microwave things for, because the dial is in thirty second increments, and I’m pretty sure the thing estimates time.
That’s basically a glimpse into the past few weeks.