I should have done this a few weeks ago… But better late than never.
2010 was an eventful year for The Big Piece of Cake:
I decided that it’s actually okay now to look like “somebody’s mother.”
I found a nursery CD that brought back some of the best and worst days of my life.
My oldest “baby” turned
FIVE.
I paused again and again to ask who/what/where/why and ended up looking to my baby ballerina
who doesn’t wear pants for guidance.
Chris almost died and I had many laughs at his expense.
I could have
lost Oliver and nothing about it was funny.
I admitted to serious disappointment and envy – but committed to
keep trying.
There was a super hot lifeguard at the pool. And
it made me think (no – not THOSE kind of thoughts!)
For the first time ever, I sent THREE children off to school.
The most disgusting thing ever happened in my house (or
my vacuum cleaner to be exact).
George continued to be weird (and
demanding).
Eleanor claimed that her name
begins with L (among other things).
George became addicted to
Weed.
AND
for the first time ever – I finally got a decent picture of my children in front of our Christmas tree and actually mailed a holiday card.
I don’t write about everything on my blog. Sometimes I leave out important things because they’re private and sometimes I over-share. Sometimes I write super long posts that no one reads (even though they’re brilliant – and WHO loses out on that one I ask you?) and sometimes I post stupid pictures that everyone loves. Sometimes I think I have nothing to say, but somehow surprise myself. And sometimes I have ideas, but never follow up on them.
My blog is about .01% of my life – but I like to think it’s the best, worst and most honest .01%. It’s a scrap of my life – but one with some interesting detail. One with some character in the texture and color. One that might be useful, and definitely worth stuffing in a pocket just in case.
Thanks for reading my .01% I like the idea that I might be in your pocket. At the very least, I’m good for wiping tears and snot. Just ask my kids.