One year ago today I thought it would be fun to start a blog. I spent a lot of last night reading my own blog and taking a trip down memory lane. It is amazing how much you forget. In one year I have managed eight posts on vomit. And that was only the memorable vomiting, not like last week when I was putting the kids into their car seats and Jonas choked on his own spit and threw up Macaroni and Cheese all over the car.

We have some wonderful examples of why I won’t be winning any parenting awards. There have also been plenty of posts revolving around my bosoms, in fact, my very first post was inspired by them. And who could forget the posts where I uhhh, maybe over-share a bit?

We also have some good examples that prove Lou’s a little stupid. Thankfully, I think there are more posts that prove I’m not always as dumb as I look. In short, it’s been a busy year.

Maggie blossomed from baby to toddler and my man Jonas got huge. We traveled. We bickered. We ate ants. It rained in the kitchen. We moved to a new house. I did a lot of crafty stuff. We’ve been sick and healthy and in North Dakota and San Francisco and Hawaii, and it’s all right here, saved forever in cyber space. 214 posts, one blog move and redesign (that’s why it looks like none of the older posts have comments), and about 45,000 visitors later and I’m still here.

So, thanks for sharing my year. Hopefully you’ll all stick around for whatever is to come!