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Prepare yourselves, I am going to be all over the place today, with a lack of well written transitions...

First I want to share pictures of my kidlet...you can tell by the progression of the pictures that she eventually got very sleepy.





I got in trouble last night..  I posted these photos on Facebook while Ian was at work last night.  He was sitting with some co-workers at Ihop and one of them started talking about how cute Ian's baby was, and then showed another co-worker the photos I had just posted on the internet...photos Ian hadn't even seen yet.  It is just crazy how technology and social networking works these days--but anyways, I will be sure to picture message them to Ian for from  now on so he can see them before the world does. 

I am always challenging myself to be a better mom and a more efficient stay-at-home wifey.  I've found that I can really help simplify my day if I shower at night.  Duh.  Why didn't I think of this before?  I like showering in the morning because it helps wake me up, but with a baby--your pretty lucky to get a shower at all.  So I've learned that if I shower after she goes to bed, it helps relax me so I can enjoy my evening and go to bed without smelling like a burp rag.  Plus, who doesn't like coming home to a wife who is smelling good.  Then it helps with the morning routine.  Without having to dry my hair, I can throw on make-up and do my hair in a flash.  It's really the simple things that help.  

I have taken a long break from the gym and I am eager to start back.  I told myself that I am going tomorrow no matter what.  If Haley sticks to her new and improved schedule, I should be able to go and get back while she is taking her first nap of the day and Ian can sleep in undisturbed.  We will see though.  In two weeks she will be old enough to come with me and stay in their child watch.  Which means I can go while Ian is at work or he can come with me as well, depending on the day. 

I've been searching for a hobby outside of my daily grind.  I truly enjoy writing, so I've been throwing around the idea of starting (and maybe even finishing) a novel.  I understand that it will probably turn out terrible, but it is worth a shot.  The only problem is (that is sorta a cliche thing to say, because clearly that is not my ONLY problem....it is not that simple), I have no idea how to start.  I think I will just sit down each day, and write until I get a clear picture of whatever it is I want to create.  I think it would be interesting to collaborate with another author.  One novel, written by two people--two different styles--two different perspectives.  Maybe someday.  We will see how this first attempt goes before I try to complicate everything.   I even considered looking for some writing classes at the local colleges.  I miss school.  I am a nerd like that.  But I think, if this was something that I ever truly wanted to strive for, I would need some extra guidance in developing writing skills.  The last courses I took in writing were Comp I and II my freshman year of college.  I enjoyed it, but these classes seemed to focus on the mechanics of writing, the structure of writing; not so much the art of writing.  
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That is a whole lot of "I"s in one blog post.  Yikes.

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