So, my blogging days began previous to Toile Baby, at a time when my focus was our house, our pets, our pumpkins, and our life in general. Then, I found out I was pregnant (a little less than a year ago), and started this blog — which caused the original blog (Living Room) to slack, and this one to prevail. Seriously, who was I kidding?
Of course, once Marco arrived…this, too, became neglected.
I really, really, really enjoy blogging. Not because I feel like I have to share my life with the world. But because it’s a writing outlet…unique from the writing that pays the bills. And because it’s pretty cool to think that in 24 years, we can all look back at these posts and laugh/gasp/smile about our life in the 2010’s (I still don’t know what you call this decade? The tens? Doesn’t really have much of a ring to it).
Anyway, I want to continue to blog. At least once a week. But, without having a ton of free time on my hands now-a-days, I’m choosing to combine the two blogs. Afterall, Living Room was started with the tag — “making room to live and laugh a little more,” and nothing adds life and laughter like a new baby.
So, without further ado…you can follow the life and times of it all, including Toile Baby, back at the original home: Living Room.
This has been quite a spring. Between the tornadoes and the cicadas, it’s hard not to wonder if that “rapture” guy wasn’t too far off. But I’ll go ahead and continue believing he’s as crazy as he sounds, send thoughts and prayers to those down in Joplin who have been devastated by the storms, and do my best to embrace the masses of red-eyed, shell-shedding, goose-bump inducing creatures invading our backyard.
Afterall, I’m growing a boy.
And not just any boy. Lucas’ boy.
Unlike most people, my husband is enamored by the cicadas. He has undergrad degrees in Biology and in Fishery and Wildlife Management, so he does know his stuff. Like when he let me know the kind that came out this year are distinguished by their beady red eyes.
And that they’re harmless. And since our son will be THIRTEEN when he actually gets to see them for himself, it was only right to document the occasion.
If he takes after his dad, he’ll be very grateful.
Isn’t that disgusting?
Yep, kind of gives me chills. But it’s also a good preparation for the types of encounters I foresee in the years to come. Afterall, one of Lucas’ mom’s favorite stories is when she got in the shower and was greeted by a snake wrapped around the shower head. And the same thing happened on the dashboard of her car once, too. Apparently Lucas had a hard time keeping his snakes in a cage? Eek.
To top off my week of boyish preparation, I was thrilled to see this adorable photo snapped by my old friend Jennie from Arkansas. We used to work in advertising together, but she’s now doing an incredible job as a professional photographer in Colorado. See her great stuff here. When I told her I loved the shot, she sent me the link to the high-res image. Yay! It’s definitely going to get framed and hung in the baby’s new room.
It’s so perfect for him!