To do: update blog

This is totally on my to-do list.  Granted it’s like, item number 516, but whatever.  Point is, it’s on there.  And I didn’t strike it off like I did some things in a rare moment of clarity, when I realized that things cannot stay on your to-do list for years at a time.  They simply cannot.  At some point, you just have to let them go. Like dusting or  balancing your checkbook.

Kidding.  I totally dust.  

Kidding again.  Chris dusts.  I complain about the dust.  

Anyhoo, summer is coming to a close and I realize with incredible guilt that:

1) We have not gone on a real vacation, so Jay will have nothing to report on when he has to write the “What I did for summer vacation” essay this year.  But that is o.k. because he won’t have anything to write the essay with anyway, because buying school supplies is like item 987 on my to-do list. See how I am a problem solver like that?  

2) I did not blog about Ella’s birthday.  Despite the fact that she is my favorite daughter, and she turned the big one vee (roman numerals always make something more important.  Google “Olympics” or “Super Bowl” or “film copyright dates.”) I did not manage to get a single post about how awesome she is.  Rest assured, she is awesome and she celebrated three different times and was well sugared up for the entire birthday week.  By the third celebration she did ask if she was still four, or if this actually made her six, instead?

3) Awe, screw it.  I always feel guilty.  I was raised Catholic and am an environmentalist.  Guilt is my currency.  

I sat down tonight to crack out the lengthy to-do list that has been keeping me up late at night.  Funny that  how no matter how tired you are, the random things you need to complete will keep you awake, dancing around in your head painfully like my dad at a polka concert.  No offense, Dad.  (Do they have polka concerts?) 

Right.  So, in other news, Jack is taking his first steps.  It occurred to me that I should record that.  That at some point, he, or I, or his future spouse, or an FBI agent will want to know when he took his first steps, and I should record that somewhere.  Totally. 

Crap.  Where? 

I can’t find a freaking pen that works or a pencil with a point or a pencil sharpener or a sheet of paper without concentric coffee mug circles.

Ah, here!  On this blog!  Be so noted, world, that Jack took his first steps.  Recently.  Like a monthish or so ago.  Or, maybe not that long ago.  Maybe more like a couple of weeks ago?  Like soonish, but not yesterdayish. 

He’s up to about six steps at a time and is on the move constantly now.  Which means we’re all on the move, too, as we follow the newly toddling toddler. 

And now on to item number 517 (crawl into bed before sleeping baby wakes up.)  Speaking of sleeping babies, please go read this: Honest Toddler: I'm Sorry.  I laughed so hard it nearly made me pee (item numbers 324 and 712, respectively).