I had a baby. Pretty much the cutest little boy ever. And I can say that because I'm his mama. Yes, your baby's cute too, but please. Don't try to tell me that you don't also secretly think that your baby is cuter than everyone else's. Because you know you do it too.
Also, I have an 11 year old. Who babysat someone else's kids for the first time tonight. Yeah, I'm serious. She's 11. I've tried to tell her to knock it off but she keeps getting taller and it's driving me crazy. There is a very distinct possibility that she will pass me up in another year or two. There is also a distinct possibility that she will get as tall as I am exactly and then stop. It just depends on whose genes she has more of.
We fixed the hole in our basement. There is now a hole in our bank account. We are not moving. (Again.) We got bunnies. One of them isn't going to make it. We planted a garden. Not sure that's going to make it either. None of this is new. Or very exciting. But I posted on the blog. So that absolutely counts for something. And hopefully, I'll do it again before next year.