Don't really have a title

So, the last few attempts I have made to post a blog on here have not panned out very well. I have pretty much just deleted whatever I wrote within about a day or so. I am way to critical of myself. So today, I really don't have much to say, but I plan on leaving it up here!

I haven't really been feeling this whole holiday thing this year. Probably because to me holidays = stress. Which is completely sad because when I was growing up I was the biggest holiday person. Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, 4th of July, let's not forget St. Patrick's Day (a personal favorite), and of course Arbor Day. Not to mention the first day of Spring, Winter, etc. Maybe my love affair with holidays is ending, or maybe I am just getting older. I think part of the problem is that I really don't have time to sit and do elaborate holiday crafts anymore. Nothing gets your holiday spirit going like making a wreath out of holly or wiring walnuts and pine cones together (there is a decoration thingie sitting on my tv, made of just that. And some cinnamon sticks too), or making a whole village out of gift boxes and glitter (that was a good one, to bad the dogs ate it!).

On another note...Gavin is SO close to crawling. I have no idea how my life is going to change when he is pulling stuff off my shelves and trying to eat my plants. I honestly don't know the first thing about childproofing, but I think I need to start. I was reminded of this yesterday when he rolled across the room and was just about to put Reilly's bone is his mouth when I picked him up. Gross.

I just heard the washer stop, so I think that's my cue to be more productive.

First Blog

So, all along I have been against the blog thing. Too trendy. I really liked the idea at first. Then I thought of all the pretentious and annoying people that would be out there blogging away for attention. Not for me. Now, of course, everyone blogs. It's no longer just for the smart, little bit fringe, laptop bearing bloggers in the coffee shops. No, it has now been overtaken by homeschoolers, grandparents, and just about anyone you can think up. Which only makes me more apprehensive. (Kind of like how you know something is going out of style when you see your friend's mom wearing it) Of course, I have always had trouble writing in a journal because it seemed crazy to be talking to a book that no one was really going to read except for me, and I would just be disgusted at myself, years down the road, when I found it in a box under my bed anyway. So, at least a blog has an audience, of sorts. "Oh, vast internet, full of potential adoring fans, read my words of wisdom!" Then again, if I don't want to read my own journal, what makes me think anyone else would want to. Still, here I am. Blogging. And it feels kind of nice.

Thank goodness this thing has spell check.