Once upon a time, there was a beautiful post, a letter to my six-month-old son Ducky.

It was whistful, and thankful, and cute. And then Wordpress ate it. Arg.

That’s the thing about motherhood. I don’t get time for do-overs. I don’t get time to fix errors, or update regularly. I could *try* to remember the details of the last post, but that’s why I wrote it down in the first place; the details are getting harder and harder to remember.

I want to blog to remember his quarks, but I can’t think over the Bellyaching from the Bouncy Seat. I want to call friends and talk on the phone, but I can’t hear over The Bellyaching.

There was something else I wanted to post. “Aaaaah, Aaaaaah.” The only way to keep him quiet is to put him on my lap, but then he “types” with me. “Aaaaaah, Aaaaaah.”

I just for once, want to complete something. From start all the way to finish. I can’t even manage to cook dinner and get all the way through the dishes, let alone retype a lost post.

You know, I keep coming up with these witty posting ideas… and then the baby starts crying again.
And he’s crying again, excuse me.

Ok, got him on my glap. My son’s name is Ducky, he likes to vmijjknkjn ybpg type with me. It matkes i t a little difficult to fignitsh a thought lately.

William especially loves the back button. ARRRRG.
hn I suppose I should try to post something once in a while.

And, of course, That Guy I Married comes and offers to take the baby off my lap when I’m at the END of a post.
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So, How about a new post?

My friend ElliesMommy has recently started writing articles for eHow. She sent me a few links and asked if I wanted to start writing them too. Her articles are thoughtful and have lots of pretty-pretty pictures to go with them.

I jotted down a list of things I might write about. I did come up with a few ideas.
Before I could even go to eHow and create a log-in, Ducky had smacked the Back-Button three times.
Arrg.

And, now I can’t find the list of articles that I was going to write when I had two free hands… I think the list said:
How to teach an adult to use a computer
How to make a Towel Cake
How to throw a Diaper Baby Shower
How to crochet a Newborn Sweater
How to sort out Good and Bad advice on Childbirth
How to live on the Westside without going broke.
How to save for your first home together.
How to REALLY throw a 100-guest wedding for under $5,000.

Of course, that’s just what I THINK the list said. I had to reproduce this since I can’t acutally find it.

Things that make me happy:

Ducky

Fighting with Ducky for control of the vcfdkeybboacrd.

Making sweet potaotoes for my cousin’s husband.

Organized closets.
Helping a friend Bust Clutter in her bedroom.

Planning birthday parties.

That Guy I Married

Walking The Dog down Santa Monica Blvd.
Spending time training The Dog to be a welcome member of the family.

Being able to keep The Dog in our two-bedroom appartment.

Dog Beach

Steamed Milk

Reading Bible stories to Ducky

Reading Bible stories to myself (for the first time).

Little Me, Little Me
Jesus loves Little Me.
My hands, my feet, my smile so sweet.
Jesus loves Little Me.

Making baby food.
Dream Dinners dot com

Making Christmas French Toast on December 25.
Shopping for myself on Boxing Day (American’s have got to get into Boxing Day)!

Wondering which spiritual gifts God has given to Ducky.
Wondering what Love Language he has.

Old Photographs.
Finding an old camera with old pictures of our first apartment.

Missing our perfectly imperfect first home together.

Listening to my tone-deaf mother sing lullabies to my son.

Finally getting some answers.

Watching kids grow up.

Tonight I’m teaching Dad to blog.

This is a link to youtube.

This is an image from flickr.

This is a video.

I can’t knit!

Oh, wait, NOW I CAN!!!!

Best Knitting tutorial ever!!!

I made Bella Bambina’s newborn sweater for Ducky to wear home from the hospital. I made it way too small for the 7lb 13 oz baby. That sweater was easy and adorable, so after the teeny-tiny-sweater debacle, I made Kelly’s Sweater for him.

I used sock-weight yarn, and multiplied the pattern by 1.5. I also alternated front-front-loop-only and back-loop-only.

He only wore it a few times (I stitch too tight), but I was sooooo proud

I’ve been crocheting. A lot.

This is the one I’m most proud of, it took me a year to finish because I was learning as I went.
This was the prayer shawl that I poured my heart into.

With these to match:

This one, that I made to bring Ducky home from the hospital in, was a total disaster. It was WAY too small for my 7 lb 13 oz baby.
I got the pattern from Bella Bambina’s website. It’s really easy, and it only took me three hours to make.
I’m too ashamed to post the picture of him wearing his going-home outfit. The only thing that fit him were his socks. I’ll laugh about it later. Maybe.

I’m working on the last few rows of “Kelly’s Sweater.” I increased the size by 50 percent, I’ll post a picture when I’m done.

Last night, I kidnapped a girlfriend and ran off to USC to hear Frank Warren talk about Post Secret.

That Guy I married was going to go to the first night of a new bible study in town, but ended up having to work late into the night.

It was nice to get out and do something for “Me” last night. Being married is great, but we spend a lot of time doing stuff that “We” like, or stuff that “We” have to get done. Going to a Post Secret lecture is the kind of thing that I would have run off and done by myself while I was single in college.

The audience was half USC students, and half public. Mostly female. Warren commented that many of the postcards sent to him are secrets about body image and suicidal thoughts. Part of me wonders if that has to do with the largely female demographic.

Walking back to the parking lot, I got to listen to the USC students taking to their friends about the lecture. One (graduate?) student was telling her friend that she was now much more aware and concerned about her students “who sit in the back of the class and never say anything.” Like those are the only students who have secrets.

In the USC parking garage, there are two vending machines. One filled with Odwalla bars and the other filled with Rock Star energy drinks. USC is definately not like the public university that I attended.

Ok, so WHO is the bigger geek now, huh buddy?

I’ve got a few minutes between switching laundry loads. I’m sitting at the computer reading blogs and crocheting the last sleeve for the sweater I’m working on. I’m getting itchy because I can see that the sweater is almost done. I look at my work a lot, so I started dumping paragraphs from Google Reader into Career Builder’s Monk-e-Mail (cuz it’s free, and I’m lazy and cheap). Dana’s post sounds HILARIOUS when beeing read by an electronic chimp!

“For awhile, Doug was kicking my tail, but then I practiced after he relinquished the DS and now I’m beating the snot out of him. It’s quite silly for two adults to be so involved in a video game, and”

Not terribly effective, since Monk-e-mail reads 200 characters at a time. I’d get 2 stitches done before it was time to paste another paragraph.

That Geek I Married is in the livingroom (one room away) watching a movie. He picked up his laptop and logged into instant messenger to ask me “What are you listening to in there?” and then offered to find a text reader for me.

Do you think I can log into instant messenger to move the laundry from the washer to the dryer?

Finally.
A safe place to store my favoritest things.
These guys have been in a box for over a decade. This is earthquake county, and I’ve never had strudy enough furniture to set these guys out.