Well then.

I'm back, though I never left. I've been busy - his name is Ethan, and he's lovely. Teething, but I love him just the same - just like I loved him when his middle name was Colic. I can't help it, really.

My life a year ago - heck, six months ago - is barely recognizable to me now. It is true, having a baby changes everything. I'm not just a girl, I'm a wife and a MOM. I'm the arms that soothe (and the back that eternally aches). I'm the dairy buffet.

To truly live one's life for another is humbling yet exhillarating. Look I can't even spell anymore. I'm just thinking of my kid.

So - I have a blog now. Blogs have short little entries, which suit me better in my new life as Ethan's mum, because my free time is short and little. So when I have little thoughts to write in these little spaces, I'll stick Ethan in his swing, dope him up on Tylenol and get to my keyboard while I can.

On that note, he's waking up, banging on the door of the all you can eat. Must go. My goal today is to get out of my bathrobe before noon. So far, I'm not optimistic.