Dammit I forgot.

I meant to try to remember not to forget that June 1st was my first blog anniversary. Darn. I forgot. I'm trying to go back through my archives and see what I've written. So far not so much. No eloquent this or publish worthy that. Not a lot of stuff that makes you say hmmm and really think, but a lot of stuff that makes you say c and want to barf. My very first comment was from some wedding people advertising wedding albums. It took me nearly a year to get more readers then the three friends I had and now I struggle to keep it interesting. But I mean how interesting can, bed rest, baby poop, and whiny diet complaints really be huh? When I started this blog, my son wasn't even one yet. He was still considered a baby. Now, NOW he is nearly two and he looks like he's already 20 and sometimes the fact that he is growing up tests my sanity so much I don't know what to do. When this blog started I never wanted more then one kid. NOW I'm pregnant. Hmmmm. There has been some funny stuff and some what the hell was she thinking stuff. I stopped nursing during this time. There was the time I admitted I wore granny panties. There was that time I talked about baby poop. That other time I talked about poop. I've written about my husband being awesome. About my husband being strange. There was that time I complained a lot. The time I told you what a knuckle head I am. That time I was pregnant and didn't even know. There was the time I got sick of reading my archives and realized I was going to be late for work, so this post will continue tonight.