I could blame many things. A pile of work that just arrived in my inbox. My high-maintenance toddler. And dog (who is generally in competition with the toddler). Potty-training (#$@@!$#%$#@$). The endless mess of toys and laundry to manage AFTER bedtime. Twitter, and it's fun time-sucking capabilities. I could go on, but this is getting boring.
The real reason is two-fold
1) Time is moving fast. If I'm not with the kidlet, I'm working. If I'm not working, I'm with the kidlet. Each comes with its own challenges and life these days is just plain busy. I know so many of you are RIGHT there with me.
2) I'm running out of stuff to say.
When I started this blog I had a clear vision in mind. It was going to be a place to share our journey, with family & friends, and hopefully act as a resource for others going through something similar. It became a lot more. It was a free and open space to chat new mom woes, and to learn how not alone I was. So many of you have shared your own stories, advice, opinions, and that is really what breathed life into this blog.
Now the kidlet is old enough to understand the magic of Santa. She can put her own shoes on, and apparently today at daycare was helping other kids in her class do the same. We're about to take her skiing for the first time. She makes up silly songs (like her Daddy), can count to 18 (she does skip one or two numbers in there), and can diaper her Upsy Daisy doll with amazing precision. She's growing up right before our eyes. And I'm starting to feel the tug again for privacy. To let her be the one to share her story when she's ready, however she chooses to do that. It's starting to feel odd to blog about her, without asking her if that's okay. So soon I will stop. And make this blog private for those who want to check in on the kidlet and what she's up to.
So when I say I'm running out of stuff to say, it's more that it doesn't feel like my place to share it all anymore.