Say whaaaat? It’s been two months? Shut up, don’t be ridiculous, of course it hasn’t be two months, let me just check that…
A quick catch up then? I am now the (very) proud owner of a 13 month old. What a great age this is! Little Vic is my best buddy through and through. He is really into raisins, making a beeline away from the playground equipment and towards the mud, and he is just craaaazy about clambering all over me. He is a total crackup. Here we are celebrating his birthday last month.
Um, what else? I’ll tell you what else. I hate these ‘catch up’ posts. It’s like meeting up with a friend you haven’t seen for ages: normally if you got together regularly you’d talk about all the small things that have been going on – hairdresser cut my fringe too short. Made an amazing cake on Tuesday. Forgot to feed the neighbour’s cat while they were away and now I think he’s left home.**
But because you haven’t seen each other for a while, those things don’t seem significant – probably because they aren’t – and instead of slipping into easy conversation about life’s daily trivialities, there’s all this pressure to report on items of major consequence. New boyfriends. A bought or sold house. An unannounced pregnancy.**
If I was playing this blogging thing as I should (ie. often), right now we’d be discussing the effect the impending polar blast will have on my the washing I need to get done. Or perhaps I’d be asking if any of you guys are closet The Bachelor/The Bachelorette fans. Instead I find myself scrambling for a crucial life event or two to update you on, and I’ve got nothing.
We have been going about our lives as per usual. The baby (not even really a baby anymore) is awesome. Things are just fine.
But I miss you guys. Y’know? I do.
**None of these things actually happened. Not to me anyway.