I know. It’s been very, very silent on this blog.

Almost a year in of not posting, in fact. We’ve actually been slowly moving all the content from Movable Type over to WordPress due to the mega spam that hits this site. That, and WordPress is awesome.

If I had known years ago that naming my site what it is and the type of weird spam I would get due to it, I would not have named it so. I am still seriously considering changing the name of the site but that’s another debate for another day. Anyway, who knew I would have kept this going for so long?

I’ve actually been debating what I want this space to be. After all, the internet landscape has changed so much throughout the years and I am not sure how much or how little I want to share moving forward. I think this will be an evolving discussion that I will have with myself.

But in the end, as Stefan and I were migrating content, I noticed how much this space has been a scrapbook of our collective lives together. And how lovely it is to have that. So what I’m going to do is to bring back to the original purpose of it being a space where friends, family and new friends made through the web come to find out what I’ve been up to.

In the meantime, I’ve been posting fairly regularly on Le Petit Poulet, tweeting on @littlebittygirl , @lepetitpoulet and pinning over here.

So bear with me as I slowly update this blog.

Disclaimer: I am actually writing this on September 2, 2011 but I am backdating draft content that I’ve written throughout this time.

“but the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. this is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. there is one picture of the three of them sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages 6, 4 and 1. and I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less.”

anna quindlen

I must remember to enjoy every moment…

Via Hula Seventy

Dearest Lola,

Mamah has been on my butt about how I’ve been slack on my updates. Can’t she see for herself how busy you are? It’s hard to believe that someone as small as you can be so busy but busy you certainly are. And in these two months, you’ve been busy growing up. Since this is a 2 month in 1 post, I am going to try to be brief…

You popped your first tooth right around the time when you turned 6 months. You had been gumming and slobbering for awhile so it wasn’t completely unexpected. To be honest, I was getting so used to your gummy smile that it made me a little sad about you getting teeth. Only because again, it’s just a reminder of how fast you’re growing up. Then one day, you cut your first tooth and quickly your second. Not surprisingly, you did this with very little fuss as is your nature. And I have to say, you’re so cute with your little snaggly bottom teeth. There is nothing greater than seeing you flash your little toothy smile in the mornings.

Month 6 also meant your introduction to solids. The first time you had banana, you just about gave yourself whiplash to get away from it. A week went by and still no real interest in any real food. You’d have one tiny spoonful and then you wanted nothing more to do with it. You would try everything I offered you at least once but other than that you were like “Mama! I am just not into food.” Actually, that is a lie. You absolutely hate baby cereals. It could be 90% fruit and 10% cereal and you will take a mouthful and then just outright refuse to eat it. I could offer you just fruit and you will eat that but the minute any type of baby cereal is mixed into it, you’re like a clam. To be honest, I was getting a little worried that you were turning out to be like your Papa, who is a notoriously picky eater. But the funny thing is that you always seem interested when I was eating.

Dearest Lols,

As Papa likes to call you and laughing out loud seems to be something you love doing this 5th month of your life. Every morning, we get to wake up to you simply babbling in your bassinet, just amusing yourself. And when one of us peeps over (usually Papa, as he has the morning run) you immediately start giggling. It makes me so happy that you’re such a happy, giggly baby. I would like to think you inherited this mainly from me but the truth is, Papa and I tend to laugh a lot together so you got that from the both of us.

You have had a lot of firsts this month! You started rolling over at the beginning of this month. It was crazy how confident you were about it. You didn’t have the sort of roll over, then you roll back type of hesitancy. We were at Mamah & Kung Kung’s one afternoon and you just decided you wanted to roll over. And in front of us all, you just did it and gave us this totally nonchalant look like “What? This old trick? Man, I’ve got it covered.” We all looked at each other and thought it was a fluke so we put you back on your back and then flip, you turned over again.

For a pretty placid, chilled out, happy go lucky child, you sure have a bad temper when you lose your shit. Once I left you in your crib so I could use the bathroom and I could hear you caterwauling away. When I came back, you were on your tummy and furious that you couldn’t turn back. You had your chubby little hands around the bars of your crib, and that furrow on your brow (totally your Papa), just complaining away. You weren’t crying, in your baby way you were yelling, beating your fists against the mattress and rattling the bars. All I can say is that if this a tiny glimpse of what the terrible twos and teens are going to be like, I would prefer you back in my belly.

I haven’t been blogging much, either on here or Le Petit Poulet, the reason being that my computer seems to be in a funk. Mainly, my iPhoto library seems to be on crack and to be honest, I’ve just pretty much been sulking over it. It probably is something very easily remedied but after a busy filled day with the lovely little Lola, the last thing I want to do is to Google the answer and deal with it.

I shouldn’t really complain. When I had my PC all I ever had was issues and this is just a minor blimp. The truth of the matter is, what I really want is a new MacBook pro and an Ipad and I keep hoping that if I whine long enough about my computer, Stefan will relent. So far, this plan has not been working too well for me…