This year I have had my second child and am currently in the process of buying my first house. In the olden days before the internets (when I was in college!), I would have berated myself for not keeping a journal of this momentous year, but since it's now the 21st century, I'm chastising myself for not having a blog. This means I'm probably already 5 years behind the times and ought to be twittering or some such, but I just can't bring myself to limit my natterings to 140 characters or less! Who wants to go back when they're 70 and read "tweets" anyway? Ah, the golden years of my life packaged in handy sound bites! I'm 33 and already a fossil. :)
Anyhoo, back to the middle... It's almost June, Kate is already 5 months old, the house hunting is done, and the new washer and dryer are bought and awaiting their prescheduled delivery date, so I'm not exactly beginning at the beginning. It's not really the middle either, unless is this is going to be a very short and terribly tragic story, so I guess this is the end of the beginning or the third chapter, or probably just another beautiful day in the neighborhood. It's a beautiful day for a neighbor; would you be mine?
PS - I watch a lot of children's tv these days, so you'll have to be forgiving when I break out inanely into songs about sharing and being friends. I'll try to be cool my babies and reference more indie music lyrics from here on out -- but I can't promise anything.