Talk About Your Delayed Gratification!

So it turns out that the last time I wrote for this blog was my kid's birthday. When she turned one. Not the one that just happened, where she turned two.

Yikes. I am behind.

In an effort to save you and me both from the written word version of the time-passing montage in movies, I'll try my best not to recap everything that has happened in the last year.  I can tell you that it involved a trip to Hawai'i, a handful of birthdays, a Thanksgiving dinner with friends, a Christmas holiday with a very sick kiddo, a trip to the coast, innumerable Facebook posts, and, perhaps most happily, growing friendships and a connections to a place that we may just very well end up calling home.

Things seem to be going well on the home front - for example, I can hear my kiddo just woke up from her nap and is doing some wake up yoga in her crib: "Meow, moo! Meow, moo! Woof woof woof woof woof. Meow, moo!" (That's cat and cow pose, with a few downward dogs thrown in for good measure).

I have an idea for a post swirling about in my head, on the topic of kid-free flights, or restaurants, or dog parks (see this article, shared by a friend on Facebook: More adults support kid-free zones) but I haven't sorted out my thoughts enough to write anything on it without coming across as a raging loony. 

What are your thoughts on the topic? Please share them in the comments.