Yes, it's been quiet around the blog lately. While we often joked that the reason we could do everything we did is because, "we don't have kids," I never expected our little critter to take up such a fantastic amount of my focus. Are we still gardening, brewing, crafting? Hell yes. Are we sill writing about it? Meh, not so much. Oh sure, things have happened and I said to my self, "Self, that needs writing about." But to actually carve out a bit of my day when I'm not addled in the head, that's a real challenge.This is not to say I'm at all discontent with parenthood. In fact, we have the most awesome, laid back, easy going, enthusiastic, happy baby to have ever been created. He's perfectly content to sit in his stroller or lay on a blanket while we pull weeds. He loves to jump in his jumperoo and watch us make dinner, and he LOVES to be carried (especially by his Daddy) in his Ergo
* while we get stuff done around the house. I didn't know how perfect our lives were going to be until he came along.
He even almost sleeps through the night. From 3 weeks on he started only waking up once to feed between 8p (his self selected bedtime) and 7a. Recently he's even started to skip that feeding on occasion. (Now that I've jinxed it by saying something, all you feral mothers can stop googling my address to hunt me down and throw used diapers at me.)I have found that my life is broken into small segments of time. A few of those I take for myself to check facebook or shower (sometimes its a tough call.) But that's the total extent of my available mental prowess. They call it "mommybrain", but to be fair Ryan's got it too.
There is also the real threat of this blog becoming a catalogue of how utterly perfect and fantastic and special and gifted and smart and funny and did-I-mention-gifted Zane is. Which is only interesting to a very select market. So, writing about the Suburban Farm has been pushed down the list.Almost every blog out there has at least one "I promise to write more, I cross my heart" post. That and the repetitive "We haven't written, we've been busy" post usually heralds the beginning of the end of the blog. I sincerely hope this is not the case with the Suburban Farm.
I enjoy writing this blog, and from the comments I get time and time again off screen, folks enjoy reading it. Oh, and there is "Yes the baby is fine and awesome, but you really don't want to hear about how he figured out how to clap his feet together. And I'm doing interesting things too!! I'm a person. A person who does stuff!! And despite the fact I just had a baby, I still do stuff that doesn't involve poop or spit up or feet clapping. (But the feet clapping was very cute, and super advanced , did you know that my son is a super genius? Feet clapping usually happens at a much older age, I have it on the highest authority.)"
I won't promise the posts will appear with any regularity, or even that we'll try our hardest to put something up. I will say that we really intend to keep writing about our misadventures in Suburban Homesteading, and this year looks to be an interesting with the chicken friendly neighbors selling their house, introducing Zane to a gazillion new things, finally mastering the art of homemade cheese, and additional forays into gardening, brewing, pickling, etc.
The easy solution is to throw us in your RSS reader then you'll know when we've got a fresh post, it'll be like a surprise present waiting to entertain you. We'll probably obnoxiously post on Facebook and send emails out too, just so no one misses the brilliance that comes out of this blog, but the RSS feed is the most reliable.
I hope that you've been have a great summer,Gretchen
*New or expecting parents: the Ergo Baby Carrier
is the most incredible carrier ever made. It trumps the Bjorn any day. The only exception is for the ladies like me who happen to be "gifted" with novelty oversized boobs. It was designed by hippies in Oregon and built to fit their tofu slurping waifish bodies. When we first came home there wasn't room for both Zane and I in the carrier. Between my recently acquired new mom body and perpetual fear that I was going to permanently damage this tiny infant that the wackjobs at the hospital let me take home, lets just say it wasn't a good moment for me. Now that he's older and can sit normally we've got it nailed.