face meets door

You know when someone with a black eye says they walked into a door and you don’t really believe them? Well, if you hear me say it, believe it. Well, technically the door came to me, not me to the door, but same idea.

I was getting into the car this morning, and when I opened the car door I opened it right into my face. The corner of it hit my check bone and my eye. Hard. It made a gross sound. I almost threw up it hurt so bad.

And now I’ve got a nice purple and red mark under my eye. Thankfully I wasn’t wearing my glasses, as I think it would have been a whole lot worse, both for my face and the glasses.

birth of a blog

Well, here I am, doing something I’d never thought I’d do.

When I first found out that Greg had a blog, I thought it was the weirdest thing. Why would anyone want to post what basically amounts to a personal journal on the web? It made me feel really uncomfortable at first, but over the years I’ve gotten used to it. Well, more than used to it.

I started reading Greg’s blog more, then I started reading friends’ blogs, then I started commenting on them, and before I knew it I was addicted to blog reading. Then I got pregnant and took the big step — a blog for Sprout. But it was to be private, and Sprout-related content only. So still a journal, but more a journal about him, not me.

But over the past year I have found myself quite frequently thinking “If I had a blog, I’d write a post about this…”

So, here I am. And here we are, a family with three blogs. Perhaps Yoshi and Aphro each need one as well.

I haven’t quite figured out the division of content between Sprout’s blog and this one — obviously stories about Sprout will be on Sprout’s blog, but I haven’t decided where I’ll put content about motherhood. Maybe I’ll just see how it evolves.