Empty Well

I promised I would blog more, and now I'm reminded why I don't blog that often. I've got nothing. Sure, things happen around here, but they don't tend to be too interesting to anyone but us. Sure, I could wax poetic about my child, but no one on earth finds your child quite as interesting and wonderful as you do; that's just a universal truth. I could talk about projects I'm doing, but I can't really do any, because I've got an 18-month-old who's into everything, meaning the only time I have to myself is when he's napping, and that time is spent exercising and showering, both of which are pretty essential.

Wow, this is sounding an awful lot like whining. "Oh, woe is me; I can't doooo anything because of my horrid child!" I don't feel that way; I love watching Nate discover the world, and I'm grateful that I'm able to be here to see him do it. It's just that right now, that's really all I can spend time doing. And that's okay. It just makes for really boring blogs.

So, all--what, three of you?--who are reading: do you have any questions you want me to answer? If not, I'm sure I can mine my past for some interesting anecdotes (the story of my first wedding alone could be a couple of blogs, probably). I'm just going to have to rehash the past until I can do a little more in the present.