Hmm. Blogging.

Kinda forgot about this thing in the hustle and bustle of life. And honestly? I don't think anyone really consistently reads it anyhow. I've debated just deleting the entire thing but, kind of like an old teddy bear that used to be a favorite, I can't seem to get rid of it even though I'm no longer using it.

Rowan is 7 months old now. Starting to pull up, babbling nonstop, army crawling, and going from laying down to sitting on his bottom alone. Hates solids, but loves purees. (I think he has texture hang-ups, just like his Momma.) I'm having a lot of fun being his mom, and trying to keep up with him. He's super high energy and by bedtime each night, I am just totally wiped out. Love every minute, though.

On the news today, I saw that there was a bombing in Boston at the marathon finish line. People in this world are so twisted. I can't understand what type of hate you have to harbor in your heart to want to hurt people who have never wronged you. Prayers going out to those affected by the bombing.

I may sporadically update here and there, but it's hard to find motivation when my readership is like...three people.