That's right! Two years ago I started writing about my kids on my lunch hour as a way to keep a virtual baby book for them because I am fundamentally lazy and have handwriting that is beyond atrocious. I can't even read what I've scrawled sometimes, let alone my poor children thirty years from now when they want to know when they got their first tooth.
I came out of the blog closet in January and, boy-howdy, has my life changed.
I have made some wonderful friends, women to whom I genuinely look up because they're amazing people and wonderful writers who have fascinating and engaging stories to tell.
I have shared more of my life with people who have known me forever, family members who remember me when I was the age of my babes, cousins living too far away for real hugs, and friends with whom I have lost touch.
I have found a community where my voice fits in, harmonizing with others who write on the melody of motherhood. And my voice has become stronger, more supported, more able to be heard through the crescendos and decrescendos of life.
I have had face-to-face conversations with people about things on my blog, shared with them the joys and pains of the last two years of my life as honestly as I can. I'm not really sure how to do it otherwise.
And, because this is me, I can't get away from this post without poking fun at myself a little...
The Soup Nazi tweeted "No soup for you!" to me because my twitter ID is IASoupMama. For real. The real Soup Nazi. Althoughm the joke's on him as he hasn't been here (as far as I can tell) -- no Soup for him!
And finally, not one but TWO friends have compared me to David Sedaris. Wha-what? I'm flattered, but my humor is to David Sedaris's humor as a drop of tequila is to a swimming pool of margarita. So hand me a lime so I can go swimming, already!
Here are a few of my faves from the last year. If you like 'em, great, let me know! If you don't, please don't tell me -- I don't want to cry at my on party...