It was a year ago last November that I started this blog.
I had said from the get-go that I wasn't going to do it (waaaaaay too time consuming for this girl), and I don't recall now what it was that changed my mind - maybe all the great blogs popping up all over the place - maybe the hope of finding something that made me feel more accountable for documenting the everyday stuff in my life - or maybe because somewhere down deep, I must enjoy the feeling of being absolutely, positively overwhelmed with my daily schedule (and so I figured that throwing one more thing on the old "to do" list sounded like a fabulous idea).
Learning to navigate the TypePad website was almost enough to make me give up though (it's amazing, with as much time as I spend on the computer each day that I still consider myself technologically challenged).
But I'm a bit like a bull-dog when I decide on something...
And now an entire year of my life is in writing.
My Mom reads my blog almost every day (hi, Mom) and even though we are close and live in the same town - I think that she sometimes learns something about me that she never knew because of it. My Grandfather lives in Texas and has never held Annie Bannie in his arms, but he gets to see her growing up through photos & stories. Josh's parents had to move away awhile back (but will be moving home next month!!!) and have missed all of these Grandkids like crazy - and so Josh's Mom is always printing up pictures of them from my blog or calling to check in on me when I've posted that I'm having a rough day.
And it's been good for me too. I love that it gets me thinking about things in a different light. I love that it has opened the floodgates of old memories. I love that in a weird way, it helps me keep my priorities in check.
It's the best thing I have ever done for myself.
I haven't had much of a chance to go back and read through old posts - but I did take a little time to do it the other day and just sat there with the fattest smile on my face - reading about things I had already forgotten. Thinking about how lucky I am that I took the time to write it down. Thinking about how lucky my family is that's it's all written down.
It's good stuff.
And someday, this little love will be able to read that at 9 months, she still didn't like to eat hardly any solid food (except for organic, whole-wheat Cheerios), but that she loved to feed everyone else. That she didn't really crawl - she just scooted along with one foot. That she finally started saying "Mama" (added to her repertoire of "Dada and "Uh-O"). That she learned how roll a ball back & forth. That she was an absolute bear the entire month with a couple of colds and six teeth all trying to come in at the same time. That her whole body would start bouncing whenever she heard music. That all of her hair started growing like crazy, except for that bald patch in the back. That she didn't really like to stand up very much. That she started pitching fits whenever we would take something away from her and that her tongue still stuck out out of her mouth on a regular basis (but not as often as it used to).
And thanks - all of you who leave me funny little comments and thoughts and and tidbits of wisdom. Somedays, when I wake up and don't feel like blogging - you make it worth my while.