Instead of actually writing my own blog postings, I have taken to starting one and then getting side-tracked reading other blogs. Whatever. The days blow by so fast that I can't seem to catch my reflective breath and recall what I had to say that might have struck me as interesting. Today, I managed to get my hair cut (drastic difference), get the battery in my watch replaced finally so I do not feel like my wrist is naked, return some things I bought for Beca before Christmas that I found something I liked better but then never got back to the store to return it, and realize that I never sent a stack of thank you cards for the girls from Christmas that I forced Beca to write hers and never finished Meredith's portion plus the addressing and the stamping. Luckily, I have some 6 month pictures of Meredith as a reward for patience. And then looking at it, I am feeling completely overwhelmed at this being the 4th blog posting I've started and the other three are not finished, one of which cleans up from 2010, one for Meredith's 6 month stuff and one from our amazing ski vacation. Post this one, I will (I say this with the most wonderful Yoda voice in my head). Continue to feel inadequate to the standards I have set for myself, I will as well. But I won't actually work on any other blog postings tonight because, well, there's ice cream and bananas and other lovely toppings. And I can eat whatever I want. So I will take comfort that I did what I could do today and the rest is just crap that will get done when it has to. I think I might use the word "crap" on a regular basis as I used to use the word "Seriously". The thing that made me so beyond happy in the past week (besides spending time with my girls on vacation) was that I got a new faceplate for my pump so it actually works without me having to hold the plug in for it to work. Sad, really. And since you hung in on this random choo-choo thought train, I figured I'd reward with some pictures of the darling Meredith from Tonya Mae Photography.
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