I would start out by stating how crazy my life and how I have had no time for blogging to explain my lack of recent posts. But that would be a lie. Here's why I've really been away:
(1) I've been reading. Every night I think about all the things I want to blog about, but when nap time rolls around, I pick up my book instead of writing. There are worse ways to spend the afternoons and I can't say I feel guilty about it. My favorite books from the past month? Divergent, A Partial History of Lost Causes, and the Family Fang.
(Can we also talk about how ridiculous the Austin Public Library is for only allowing users five holds? Because five holds is not enough. Especially when I have to wait MONTHS for popular books. Example: I am number 242 in line for the Goldfinch. Two hundred and forty-two. There are 42 copies, but it will still take several months before I make it to the top of the list. Ugh.)
(2) Every time I start a post my phrasing feels all off, my word choice is awkward, and I give up before I have halfway through. My answer to that is that I am going to hit publish and stop worrying about it. Because I like looking back on old posts and seeing where I was and what I was thinking.
So here I am. Writing.
This means you can look forward to many more posts of this nature with no general theme and lots of rambling.
The garden is sad. Very sad. I did manage to plant for the late winter/early spring the weekend before last. My seeds are old though, so the germination rate is likely to be low. The radishes have sprouted, but the rest of the garden looks just as barren as before. We do have cilantro going strong if that counts for anything.
The weather has been amazing for the past week. Absolutely gorgeous. Mid-seventies. Sunny. Perfect for going to the park and wearing the toddler out. I thought I could trade the awful summers here for a real winter, but I have realized that may not be true. It doesn't get below freezing often, but being trapped in the house on the couple of days where it has been too cold to bike somewhere was ... challenging with a toddler. And yes, I know I have nothing to complain about and that when it is cold here it's not even that cold. Let's just ay I have become much more sympathetic to parents of small children who live in cold climes.
We have been waking up in the five o'clock hour for the past month. Usually the first half of that hour. Usually the first quarter of that hour. I am a morning person and am happy to be up by six. Quarter till would even be okay. But five? It's a little much. When we try and lay down with him to coax a few more minutes of sleep into all of our lives, he now sits up and emphatically says "no! no, mama! up! go! go!" When I ask if he wants to get breakfast he sweetly says, "o-kay!"
We (finally) closing in on our house projects. The bathroom is almost done. I have been slowly chipping away painting the trim in the main room. The front doors still need to be painted, quarter round needs to go up, and any number of other smaller projects. But we are getting there. Can you imagine how much free time we will have on the weekends when large projects aren't looming over our heads? I can. It will be glorious.
My birthday is next week and Neil is taking off work so we can spend the day together. It will involve breakfast tacos and tamales, time at the park, good cheese, and a cup of coffee and a good book while the boys have their own adventure. We even hired a babysitter for the evening so we can check out a new restaurant on the eastside. I love birthdays.
My child is still sleeping right now, which means he has been down for three and a half hours. Morning at the park with friends for the win. What was not a win was discovering my bike had a flat tire just as we were preparing to leave the house with HP already strapped in and ready to go. Once it became apparent that I was not going to be able to find the source of the leak immediately, we switched to my other bike and the trailer, so no harm done. Fixing it is my project for the evening. Not my favorite task.
And he's up! Off to make frittata for dinner.