Coming Home
So, it's been about 7 months since I posted to this blog, and the funniest thing has happened in the meantime. I started another blog, and put up all of .... 15-20 posts on it, thinking it was going to be a business project for me, and that somehow I had to keep that separate from my personal life...

Then I started reading more and more of the blogs of people I really respect, and found information about their families and lives were probably the most interesting part.

I have come to the startling realization that I am probably never going to be a social media maven...funny, if you have to call yourself it, are you really? The ugly reality, is that I like to think that I'm just a hell of a lot more compelling in person, and if that's not terribly scalable, then well, what the hell.

So I'm going to go back to the original reason I started blogging in the first place...to tell funny stories about my life, and about my family, and about my work. Cause in the end, couldn't everybody right now using just a little more laughter.

I'm also, thanks to Herr Brudermann, going to be doing a lot more mobile blogging in the near future, so when the mood strikes me, I don't necessarily need to be right next to a computer, although I have to admit I'm never really very far away from one these days.

BTW, Sam is crawling. He moves incredibly quickly. He moves immediately to his two biggest fascinations when they are opened, which are the fridge and the dishwasher. This normally wouldn't be a problem, except that Sam's idea of the purpose of a door, is something that opens revealing a container, the contents of which are meant to be emptied.

So he has a cupboard that is all his - plastic plates and bowls, but low enough that he can reach it. I have great photos of him waist deep in said cupboard systematically emptying every item from it.

You see my concern with him getting into the fridge or the dishwasher. So we try and distract him from it - we bring him over to the toy box just before we want to do the dishes, sit him down and say "Here, you are allowed to empty this. Throw whatever you like in here around."

Of course, he doesn't want the "legal throwables." He wants contraband, and if that involves him having to cross the floor at incredibly high speeds to get to said contraband, then that's just fine with him.

So he is keeping our hands incredibly full. As is Isaac, who still has not even slightly greater a grasp on reality than when I last reported. Tonight at the dinner table he was having a three way conversation (doing all three people with different voices), and inserting appropriate sound effects when the Volcano erupted.

Ah yes. Volcanoes. More later.