You may have noticed that I skipped an entire year of blogging. Apparently I only write in odd-numbered years - who knew? Here is my grand list of:
Things I Did Instead of Blogging during 2012
10. I courageously learned how to use a pressure cooker. I
then immediately turned all pressure cooking duties over to
my husband. (He’s from Mexico City and is not afraid of
anything. Plus, the dude knows his way around a pot of
beans).
Things I Did Instead of Blogging during 2012
10. I courageously learned how to use a pressure cooker. I
then immediately turned all pressure cooking duties over to
my husband. (He’s from Mexico City and is not afraid of
anything. Plus, the dude knows his way around a pot of
beans).
9. I baked my first ever loaf of bread, which happened to be
for a friend’s bachelorette party. Think there’s a high
demand for penis-shaped breads? Because it was delicious.
(I shall call my future side business… Special Shapes.)
The Special Shapes Glowdeo. Heh heh. (How come there's not a Beavis balloon?) |
8. I checked out
Pinterest.
It was not life-
changing.
I checked out
Gangnam Style.
Nothing will ever
be the same.
7. I grew an organic garden. It yielded lots of rich sensory
experiences for my children (“Look Mama, I found the
seeds you lost in the dirt!”) and not a lot of vegetables,
with the exception of tomatoes. They were abundant, and
harvested and eaten primarily by baby N (an intrepid
toddler by now). Turns out she will eat a tomato like it’s an
apple. It’s really pretty gross. I have to look away.
6. I facilitated a public meeting, this time without a
SpongeBob SquarePants sticker attached to my butt.
Progress.
5. I went camping—twice!—with my crew. And we weren’t
even eaten by a cougar. (I know because I stayed up all
night in terrified mama bear mode thanks to the helpful
DANGER COUGAR AREA signs posted everywhere.)
4. I threw a celebrity-themed baby shower for my little sister.
My favorite game was called “Person or Pony?” As the title
suggests, you had to guess whether a given moniker was a
celebrity baby name, a My Little Pony, or a Kentucky Derby
winner (harkening back to our Lou-uh-vul roots). It was
pretty amazing and I’m very proud of it and it may require
its own blog post. Just to give you a taste – can you identify
which of the following is a real person? Pilot Inspektor, Petal
Blossom Rainbow, and my favorite, Jermajesty.
Answer: Folks, those are ALL PEOPLE.
Meet Fifi Trixibelle! No, wait, wait, that's a PERSON. This here is Rainbow Dash. My bad. |
3. I/we survived our first road trip as a family of four. Sure, a
7-hour drive took us 12, but I am now familiar with every
playground from Albuquerque to Phoenix, and I ate
something called Amish buttermilk pie along the way that
was DIVINE. Totally worth a cart and buggy lifestyle.
2. I became a Dancing for Birth instructor. Though one
pregnant friend kindly described the idea of the class as
“her worst nightmare ever” I promise you that it’s really
fun and awesome and you will learn some amazing birthing
tips. Really! You should come! (Please don’t make me
dance by myself.)
1. Finally, I tended to the physical, emotional, psychological,
social, and spiritual needs of two other human beings. And
got a full-time job. And took some doula clients (yay!).
So dear readers (do I have any dear readers?), I'm sure you're all wondering if this post means that Carlos is back. Well, that remains to be seen. But 2013is off to a bang (just last week I cleaned parts of my house that hadn't seen the business end of a sponge in 6 years), so anything is possible.
To the new year!
P.S. If I do have any readers out there, and you like what you read, please comment on or share your favorite posts. It so warms my little heart. And who knows? I just may repay you in baked goods! Any shape you like. =)