In January I made several resolutions, of which it appears that I kept, uh, none. I could pretty much copy and paste all of those here. Perhaps I’m slightly more organized this year than I was last year, but the floor of my closet would probably beg to differ.
In February we started house hunting, and the husband and I took a much needed adults-only trip to Vegas to see Garth Brooks.
In March we continued the process of house-hunting, and I continued to stress and over-think the process. Except, it is a house, where we’re going to live for a long time, and where we have to wake up every single day, so maybe it was just good thinking, and not overthinking.
In April we finally chose a house. Bubette still wasn’t sleeping through the night. (Spoiler alert: This wouldn’t happen until after her first birthday when she was completely weaned.)
In May, we took our first family vacation to Hawaii. It was fun, but exhausting as neither child ever acclimated to the time change. (And, Bubette still was not sleeping through the night, which is even more fun when four people are sharing a hotel room.)
In June Bubette turned one, Bub turned four, parties were had, and, after much anticipation, we finally moved! All of this happened in the same week, although you would never know that from the timing of the posts.
In July we closed on our old house, exactly one month after moving into this house. I never wrote about it, but it was a MAJOR weight off of my shoulders. The rest of the month was spent doing summery things.
In August I went to BlogHer, my husband turned 35, and we pretended to be fancy by renting out a suite an at Angel game. Then my husband went back to work and I whined, despite this being the order of things every single year that we’ve been married. I doubt I’ll ever not dread the end of summer for that very reason.
In September Bub started his second year of preschool, and I started a year of annoying commutes. We kept him in his preschool near our old house, so I spend a lot of time in our old city, 3.5 hours three times weekly to be exact. Bubette finally walked!
In October I got an iPhone, as evidenced by the extreme uptick in cell phone photos in my posts. I also completed a simple upgrade to Bubette’s room, put myself on a spending semi-freeze, and made and ate a lot of food.
In November I participated in NaBloPoMo for the first time, and managed to make it all the way through the month posting daily. I was bitten by the crafting bug, had a mouse in MY HOUSE, tried and failed to take an Christmas card worthy photo, I broke a promise I had made to myself by buying and wearing jeggings, and I declared that we are absolutely finished having children. Naturally I’ve been throwing salt over my shoulder and committing to all sorts of other superstitious acts, should that declaration cause some sort of cosmic that’s what you think retaliation.
In December I continued crafting, celebrated a very overwhelming Christmas, and Bub lost his first tooth! I didn’t write about it, but I assure you it happened.
And with that, I have linked myself into exhaustion. This month marks my three year blogiversary, and I’m so glad I’ve stuck with this for so long. Happy New Year to you all. Tonight, we ring in 2012 in our pajamas, with a movie on demand. Just as it should be.