Dear blog, I haven’t written in a long time. Having a kid will do that to one’s blogging — something about priorities. Its not to say that gems of amusement still don’t flit through my mind, its just that often something else comes up.

Here’s a few thoughts:

Hey, I won the weekly “baby goes poop” lottery as somebody else found a really messy diaper this morning. You’ll have to imagine the kid as a slot machine, where you pull the lever (a leg??), wait for the wheels to spin, and see what comes out. And you hope you’re not the unlucky one.

And I know why the old woman swallowed a fly! Y’know the old lady who swallowed a dog to catch the cat to catch the spider to catch the fly?? She swallowed a fly because her mouth was wide-open while she was huffing and puffing on her ride to work. Except you can replace the old woman with me, 24601.

You know you’re getting old when: (1) You’re jumping up and down (literally) celebrating the late third period goal by your hockey team and you twinge a back muscle. (2) You’re explaining why you can’t jump up and down too much with your toddler, and you hope you didn’t wake the baby.

So there.