Attempting to blog. // again.

Quite a lot has changed in my life since I started this blog in 2004. Back then I was single and living in the SF Bay Area, and chronicled my travels and daily life with quite a lot of detail. After getting married and having children, I have instinctively become more private. Couple that with staying home full-time with two little people (ages 2-almost-3, and 12 weeks) and I barely have time to pursue my actual hobbies, like wine and (knitting) needles.

Also, with the apparent "death" of the knitting blog somewhere around the time of the development of Ravelry, the knitterly things I wrote about on here became obsolete as I was recording such musings over there. And thus I've thought to myself, but what would I write about? With the emergence of an entire blogging culture, there are weblogs of every shape and size, every topic imaginable... I'm still very crafty, but all that's over on Pinterest now. Housekeeping and money-saving? Well I do that too, but not with any more gusto than the 11enty-million that area already out there. Fashionable? Ha. Would you want to look at posts about how I pared my husbands vintage Lakers t-shirt with Forever 21 leggings to hide my post-delivery baby bump? Let's just say I am very glad the messy bun became stylish in 2013, that's saved me lots of angst when getting ready (every 3 days) in the morning.

But I started reading my old posts a few weeks ago and I found that I am really glad that I kept them. I almost feel guilty that I did not have the same "diary" of sort for the first few years of Dominic's life, because lord knows there have been some days that made me cry which I would probably laugh at now. So there. I'm going to try and go back to that, good bad or otherwise. And we'll see where this goes.

So I'll start by talking about pants. or lack there of. Dominic is at a stage where getting dressed is SO DRAMATIC. And pants are SO HORRIBLE. Maybe once a week I can get him dressed without a screaming fit that might concern the neighbors. The other 6 days I just give up.




and let him wear legwarmers. Lazy parenting at it's best.

Danica, on other hand, is allowed to get away with not wearing pants.




As tom-boyish as I was for so many years, I'm trying to teach her at an early age that dresses are not evil. And since we live in a desert, embracing the dress will save her many days in agony at school because she fought with her mother to NOT MAKE HER WEAR THAT DRESS and instead leave the house in pants. When it's 105 outside.

In other life events, we celebrated my grandma's 85th birthday this week.





4 generations of women in my family now. I've been waiting since I found out we were having a girl to take this photo! Danica's middle name is Agnes, named for that gorgeous lady on the far left.