And by here, I mean this blog. I don't get to it very often. Sometimes I don't care. I don't know what to write about anymore.
I'm no fashion guru. (Confession: I kinda hate self-portrait fashion photo posts. I love my friends that do them though. They just aren't my cup of tea.) I don't seem to cook anything note-worthy anymore. When you're eating at 8pm after you put your baby to sleep, you just throw together something quick that works. I don't visit top restos every weekend like I used to. (Brunch as Prasino last weekend? Good food. HORRIBLE service. That's no fun to write about!)
That leaves my usual posts about Babycakes. And all four of you who may still read this little blog, well, you see these all on Instagram and Facebook anyway.
So what am I doing here? I don't know.
Does anyone care that we finally enjoyed some sunshine with a trip to the season's first street fest?
Or that my kid went to the park and had a great time on the swings. In his PJs because I didn't bother to put real clothes on him before I left for work?
That I put him in this Purdue onesie to drive my husband crazy (since he loves only ND) and then Babycakes proceeded to poop on it 10 minutes after I left for work?
How I made homemade baby food and this kid couldn't get the sweet potatoes in his mouth fast enough?
That I found it hilarious to dress my baby up like he should be a star on Jersey Shore?
Yeah, no one probably cares. It's not living on the edge exciting. But it's my life and I love it.