Oh, hey. Hi!
Want to know something funny? This Thursday I am teaching a class on blogging.
Step 1: Set up your blog.
Step 2: Ignore it for weeks.
Step 3: Feel guilty for not blogging. Feel tempted to apologize. Don't. Nobody really cares. In fact, many are relieved because now your craft (kids, spouse, home decor) isn't cuter than their craft (kids, spouse, home decor).
Part two of my tutorial will focus on how to monetize your blog. Step 1: Joke's on you. I have no idea.
I think it's going to be a really good class.
Last Sunday Drew turned 12.
Monday his voice started changing.
Tuesday he had lacrosse practice, and as he gathered his gear from the trunk I caught his reflection in the rear view mirror. If I squinted really tight I could see past the shoulder pads and arm guards to the little boy who used to grasp a plastic animal in each chubby hand everywhere we went, but relaxing my focus revealed the truth. A man in the making. He has grown an inch and a half in the last three months, three inches in the last six, and four inches over the course of the year. If I buy him pants on Wednesday, he has outgrown them by the weekend. And yet, despite my tireless (tireless!) efforts to explain that it's "COULDN'T care less", NOT "COULD care less", he shakes his head and says I'm not making any sense.
Samantha went on her first date and I didn't even have to be sedated. It was a blind date organized by another couple so they could double, so we didn't know this kid. It took me two days to find out his first name, three more days to get his last name and about 7 seconds to search him on facebook. Samantha said that made me a Creeper. I say trying to make sure her soon-to-be date didn't claim serial killing or Mafia Wars as favorite past times was the right thing to do. Her date was adorable and she had a good time. So normal! We are normal! I like to celebrate the small victories.
How have YOU been?