Well, it has happened.  I have come to a point in my life where much of what I want to say would be incredibly humorous to some, mildly annoying to others, and intensely odious to a handful more.  I used to have many things to say all over the board.  I might gain or lose people in any given posting (although I don't tend to wax too dramatic on facebook) here or there, but it all came out in the wash because it was well-rounded.  "Hey, watch this funny video of a cat doing something cute!"  "So today I was in line at the grocery store and this guy cut in line in front of me.  Rude!"  "I have to sing in church on Sunday.  Eek!  Why did I aggree to this?"  "Bow ties are cool."

Then . . . then I had a baby.  In all honesty, it really started during the pregnancy to a lower extent.  The plus side to having a miserable pregnancy and then an adorable sweet baby is that you come up with a lot of pretty funny content.  A lot of people tell me they enjoy my funny pregnancy/baby posts.  We all know, however, that there is likely a faction among my facebook friends who are bored to tears hearing one more stinking thing about the wild process of making (and then trying to keep alive) children. With this knowledge, I have often found myself having an internal conversation that goes like this. "Oh, man, I threw up on this lady's tire, I bet I can get a good one-liner out of that one (Opens facebook)  Well, shoot.  I posted about pregnancy yesterday.  Even though this one is funny, I'll let it go as not to overwhelm my wall with only child related topics."  You, my friends, have missed out on a lot of fantastic content due to these decisions.  Content is not the problem.

I've decided that I have things to say about the whole undignified, painful, lovely and beautiful experience it is to get from that twinkle in the eye to making your family whole and raising it up.  I also decided that I couldn't do it the way I wanted to on FB without alienating certain factions among my friends (and I enjoy some pretty diverse groups among my friends with whom I enjoy discussing non-baby content).  I know how to set up groups and change privacy settings, etc., but messing with that seemed intense.  The platform is the problem.

Long story short, I'm using this blog to post the stuff that would be too single-track for Facebook.  If you like those quips and stories, follow the blog.  If not, let's still be friends and talk about politics and religion and way less annoying things than cute babies.

My son has decided to punctuate this post with some pretty serious spit up down my shoulder and back.  We are still trying to figure out his language, but I'm pretty sure this spit up punctuation can be read as an exclamation mark.  Charlie says "!" about this blog  idea.  Mommy won't argue - mostly because I've got to go change out of spit-up clothes for the 13th time today.