This post has been running through my head for MONTHS. I have gone back and forth on whether to play catch up and continue blogging, or delete it and move on.
To begin explaining my bloggy hiatus (well, sadly I've never been entirely consistent with it) I will tell you that there were several blogs of women that I used to read just about every single day. You can learn a lot about someone by reading about their lives for two years...so much so that you feel like you know them! I went to a women's conference this past December and most of the women who wrote the blogs were there. Honestly, I wanted to meet them. It wasn't the reason I was going to the conference but it was going to be the icing on the cake. It sounds so trivial to confess, but the Proverb is so true "Hope deferred makes the heart sick" (13:12). When these women weren't reciprocating my efforts to meet them, it kind of stung.
Hindsight is 20/20. They don't know me, why would them want to meet a stranger? Stranger danger...duly noted. But the whole thing put a bad taste in my mouth for blogging. It's almost a one-sided celebrity thing. Clearly my little humble blog isn't bringing in loads of internet traffic, nor is there any compensation, nor is there really anything pertinent on here except for those people in our lives who we don't see often. It's just weird to feel all stalker-ish and like I've lost friends who never were in the beginning.
Does that make any sense?
Which brings us to the next reason in the bloggy hiatus. January 10, 2011. The college football national championship. Our beloved Auburn U versus the U of Oregon. Oh, and a record snowfall that seemingly never melted. We began the day by playing at our house in the snow, driving to W's parent's house to play in their snow, getting stuck in the snow in our little family vehicle that is not equipped for snow. All that to say we went to a huge hill in a cow pasture that was covered with huge snow. I went down once and loved it. The second time, well, crash. Hard. And that's how you shift the ulna and radius to one side and shatter your wrist on the other side. The orthopedic surgeon (after traveling in the snow for what seemed like hours) came and yanked the ulna and radius back into place, then announced the distal end of the radius was in so many pieces that he'd have to operate.
So, the next week was surgery. They pieced me back together and made it all stick by a volar plate and 8 screws. A few weeks of healing time were followed by 2 months of physical therapy 3x a week, plus an hour at home each day. By the time I could type, I didn't even want to think about it.
The winter passed and springtime came. T-Pup and I finished up homeschool kindergarten. W went on a school trip to England, the children and I spent a fun-filled seven days in St. Louis. W and I celebrated our seventh anniversary, and then August was here and the lazy hazy days of summer were gone.
Now, we are gearing up for little man's 6th birthday... my oh my! We are having an Angry Bird's party, so this next week will be filled with Angry Bird pinata making and painting green pigs on boxes so we can have a real live angry birds game. Excitement is in the air!
Sam is doing "school" while T-Pup and I do first grade each day. She has a preschool workbook and is learning to write all of her letters and numbers. I cannot bring myself to think she will be 4 in a few months. People always tell you they grow so fast....and, well, they grow so fast.
That is a small version of catch up on our lives. I would love to hear about you guys!