Chai There!

I'm posting from the local Starbucks with Taylor napping joey-style in the Baby Bjorn. Just finished my iced venti nonfat light ice chai (quite a mouthful to order, but oooh so yummy). Baby and I didn't get out of the house until 4 p.m. today. Some days are like that. Yesterday Taylor turned six months old. Today she swung in the solarium for about an hour, then fussed and didn't eat all of her rice cereal. I took an afternoon shower while Pete was still home and then ditched the errands I planned to run in order to make some time to hang at Sbux. Tomorrow is our weekly venture to Columbia, SC to spend the day with my mom and dad. Taylor and I take off around noon each Tuesday to make the hour and a half drive south on I-77. Gigi, Big Dale, and Baba Ieko missed seeing us last week. I had a couple meetings like bookends in the day and a trip to Columbia wouldn't fit in between. What did I drink before there was chai? What is your favorite daily drink?

Rumblepantskin

Is it gas or is it poo?
When it comes to my six-month-old daughter's rumbling pants, I ask myself this question almost daily. Her sounds are quite deceiving. We sometimes call her Rumblepantskin. But there are many amusing things that she does in a single day. Lately, she scratches on things with her little hand. I don't know whether the sound of the scratching or the feeling of what she is scratching soothes her, but she scratches things all the time. She also makes high-pitched squeals of delight like a baby dolphin. It is now 9:20 EST on Sunday morning and my daughter is still sleeping (wow, right?). I'm pretty sure that her late to bed, late to rise sleep pattern is my doing. I hope it lasts...

Why Blog?

It's almost 1:00 a.m., but that's nothing new. I'm a night owl. Just this week I discovered blogging. To be exact, it was Tuesday evening at the quarterly lawyer writers meeting when another lawyer who is also a writer shared her insight into the publishing world, insight gained from her experience with her first book deal (check out her blog at http://carrie-me.blogspot.com/). She documented her writing and publishing journey on a blog. What exactly is a blog? I can't tell you how many times I asked myself that question, not ever feeling brave enough to ask it out loud to the world of everyone-else-who-seemed-to-know. But something about the fact that this other lawyer writer had a blog made blogging seem less obtuse. I thought I'd do a little research and find out more about this whole blogging thing, take an interest, maybe even - gasp - try it out. And here I am.

For those of you who don't know, a blog is short for "Web Log" and is, basically, an online journal. I adore journals. I've written in them all my life (my husband reminds me that this is not normal). So what could be a better fit for me than an online journal!! But, alas, there are deeper, more pressing reasons that I am drawn to blog. First of all, 2008 has been and will continue to be a busy and exciting year in my life. Our daughter (first child) will be six months old on Sunday, I'm smack in the middle of writing my first novel, and my husband and I will be making big decisions over the coming weeks (purposely vague). Bottom line - there is a lot of stuff to write about these days.

Which brings me to my second reason: fear of a house fire. You see, I am afraid that one day our house will just burn to the ground and my three dozen, old school journals that document my life in my own handwriting will be reduced to ash. I know it will be from some unforeseen cause like a direct lightening strike, a wiring mishap, or an overzealous dryer. But the cause won't matter because my journals will be gone. After my husband, daughter, and dog, my journals are the only things in this house that can't be replaced. I know what you're thinking - "Silly Kristen, just make a copy of your journals or get them on the computer." Believe me, I've started down those paths before. The problem is that when you've spent most of your life writing down experiences, thoughts and events like I have, you don't want to spend the rest of your life (it might just take that long) retyping or scanning those pages onto a computer. I even considered buying a fireproof safe, which is still a possibility although it is heavy and expensive and too small to hold all of my journals in its titanium, super-heat-and-melt-proof cubbyhole of an interior.

Then, like a bright, shiny light from above (cue angel chorus music), I discovered the beauty of the blog: eternal life. Here I can type away about my day, my life, the ups and downs of the year as it passes and always my words will stay a few internet clicks away, fully printable, and easy to save and copy.

Blogging is my new best friend. And this is my first official post. Yay!