Why I Rarely Blog

MK and I got in a heated discussion last night. In the last few days, we have both been filling feisty, nitpicky, and just down right irritable. The weather may have something to do with all the hostility as it has gone from chilly (low 60's), to HOT (high 70's), and now to humidity and rain making our apartment sticky and gross. Or it could be that a student on campus took her life. Or that we need more Afternoon Delights. Or ___________ (Fill in blank with the first thing that comes to your mind). Anyways - the comment was made that I don't blog, but that comment is false. I do blog, just lately my blogs have been VERY sparse. Here's why:

1) See that opening paragraph - I've probably read through it 3 - 4 times already and will reread it another 3 - 4 times at least before I am finished with this blog. I'm a perfectionist. I want my writing to read well, to sound intelligent, and to not have any errors. Writing, for me, is painful. I can do it, and do it well...but lately, it just isn't fun.

2) I feel like I don't have much to say. Well, that's not true. I have lots to say. But where to start? And frankly, who cares what I have to say?

3) Understandably, my parents haven't been following my blog as closely now as in the past - they've got a lot going on at the moment. So without them checking the blog on a regular basis, I sometimes feel like I am writing to no one.

4) Norah. Our family (and friends!) love to see pictures of Norah. Why read a rant by a cranky old wife and mother of one when you can just look at CUTE pictures of a growing toddler? Clearly, no contest.

5) I'm training for a half marathon - I'm trying to make some real time for running and working out at the gym. I go through phases. I was during SUPER GREAT. Then I got sick. Then I got better. Then I just got lazy. Right now I'm in a funk - hence why I have time to write this blog.

6) I'm also trying to read more, bake more, friend more, daughter more, wife more, and mother more. More times for those things than this thing.

I hope my lack of blogging makes a bit more sense. This blog was actually quite enjoyable to write. Maybe I'll try to make more appearances. I've been doing a lot of baking - so I might post a recipe here and there. But then again, will anyone actually use the recipes I post? And so, it starts all over...

Jokes. Sort of...

Miss you and love you all.

And By "Later" I Mean "Now"

Yep. Here are a few more pictures from our apple picking excursion. Thanks to Steve and Kate for taking them for us...

Pictures of Eating

I don't know why she felt the need to crouch-eat her toast when I took this picture. Come to think of it, I don't really know why she does most of the things she does. She said her own name tonight for the first time, though. That was pretty rad. 

Also, we went apple picking today for the first time ever. It's a fairly "New England" thing to do. You go to a farm and walk through an orchard while picking and bagging apples. Where I come from, that's called work. Not here, though... Here it's recreational. Regardless, we had a good time and Norah ate a whole bunch of a fairly large apple as we walked around. Then she hung out with a sheep.

More pictures later, probably. Bed time for now.

Stay Gold!

MMK

Sneak Peek!

Our lovely friend (and co-worker), Beth, took our pictures yesterday morning. You may recognize her name from other photo shoots she has done for us. Her business and artistic skills are developing at an astounding rate! We are so happy for you, Beth, and cherish every single photo you have been able to take for us. Thank you!

Wanna see a sneak peek of yesterday's session? Click here!

BAM! Cuteness!

Where's this coming from?

So, Norah is sixteen months old now and it's sort of crazy to consider what that actually means. It's been almost a year and a half since she was born, and a few months over two years since we first found out that she was coming. The entirety of our life in New Hampshire has been consumed by the fact that we're our own family.

I honestly barely remember what it was like to not have a kid. I only kind of remember what it was like to have an infant. Sure, I remember certain days and things she did, but mostly it's all a blur. The only thing I really recall with much confidence about Norah being less than six months old is that it wasn't as overwhelming as I'd prepared for it to be. I think I've made the comment on here before that parenthood really is an intuitive thing. It's less about preparedness and more about simply applying what you already know. I can say that, of course, because I have parents who did a good job of doing their jobs.

Anyway.

And now Norah is sixteen months old and walks around like she owns the place. She knows most of her body parts and will point them out when asked. She knows to say "please" when asking for things, even if she can only say the first three letters of the word (and even then mispronounces the "e" -- "pluhhh"). She'll carry stuff over to the garbage if you ask her to and she flips her shit when she sees a bus ("buuuuuuh!!!") or a clock ("CAHK!!"). She's obsessed with belly buttons, which is pretty weird. But hey... I guess there's a lot about being a baby that's pretty weird.

Sometimes I wish I was still kid-free. But never really... 'Cause then I wouldn't have moments like this one:

And that's what I'm thinking about tonight. Norah's sick and so is Sarah, so I've sort of gone into caretaker mode. I guess when you're care-taking you're also thinking about the bigger picture of why it's important to be taking care at all. It's not just about doing, but realizing why you're doing. At this point in my life, I'm doing most everything that I am because of the fact that when I close the door behind me as I leave the apartment, I can hear Norah behind it saying "papa?" And I can't think of any greater motivation in life than to realize that my kid knows enough to call me "papa" and knows that it means something (even if she doesn't yet have the vocabulary to describe it).

It's pretty rad.