Kelly B.com

Happy 2 year anniversary to my Trevor. A year go we didn't have one of these Or one of these And now I can't even imagine a life different than the one we have. And I certainly didn't see this coming And baby makes...4? (I realize that might be the smallest bump you've ever seen but trust me, it's there.) Sorry for the hush-hush. It takes a while to internalize that you've got a tiny human being developing inside of you and to decide how much of that person you'd like to share with the internets. I've decided for me that we're sharing very very little because one day when he or she grows up they're likely to lament what I've shared and there's enough to be embarrassed about when you're 17 without adding in pictures of your naked baby bottom floating around for all of the internet to see. Consider it a case of me proactively shortening the area in my kid's autobiography where they blame me for everything that's wrong with th...

I like to think I try and guilt myself into updating about once a week or two even if whatever I write makes no sense and is rambles incoherently...hey it's the internet . No one cares about that anyway. Kids actually put texting shorthand into the things they write because it's so normal to them they think it's appropriate to put into a paper. Sad. Anyway, commentary about the disintegration of the English language is always fun but...I have a side writing project. I admit it. I'm cheating on the blog. So I may be light on updates as my creative juices are simmering elsewhere. Don't think I died. I did not die. Am I sharing this project via the intarwebs ? I don't know. I guess I'm on the fence about that because it's much more personal and the intarwebs ? She is mean. Full of lurking jerks with cheeto fingers. And I have to fence in my feelings because I will inevitably hurt someone's feelings. I am a feeling hurter . I love Brussels Sp...

Been nursing a bit of a cold. Probably from running around in the rainy weather before. I kind of want to sleep all day and the things I swore I wanted to write about have all fallen out of my head in a haze of exhaustion. I'm not sick very often so when I am I am entirely out of my element. Even though I felt awful recently I still made dinner, organized the kitchen, vacuumed and tried to assist my husband around the house. I'm probably not doing myself any favors by running around instead of resting but resting feels like a waste of a day and each day has a long list of necessary tasks. Like going to redeem cans and buying bread and getting blueberries to munch on. All very important things. This summer should be an interesting one. The Cape Cod Cottage we've spent so many summers at is going to be demo-ed and replaced with a bigger, newer, shiny house where my bonus momma will be living full time. So I have no idea when we'll go to the Cape because we don'...