I’m sure someday I’ll actually care about blogging again. Right now I can’t seem to be bothered with it. I’m sure it’s because life is just full, what with having a nursing baby and homeschooling Annalie and Troy working crazy hours and cooking and laundry and crocheting baby blankets and sometimes meeting friends to paint pottery and mailing out the occasional care package. Not to mention how we seem to keep taking turns being sick.

It’s not that I don’t care about blogging, even. I want to blog. I guess I just want to do those other things more. Or they’re easier, or they are more necessary, or they give me more personal satisfaction, or they’re easier to do while wearing Elliora in the Ergo and bouncing on an exercise ball. I don’t know.

I guess I have blogged recently, but it doesn’t feel to me like I have. Maybe because recently my posts have either been short or photoless or kind of vent-y? Or maybe because I have thought of a hundred posts I would like to write in the past couple of months but have not had the time or energy to write them in a timely fashion. Especially when they involve getting photos downloaded, edited, and Flickr’d all on the same day.

Right now there are photos on my camera that I could write a lovely post about. I took them today, in the rain. Annalie was outside playing and splashing and dancing around exclaiming over all the violets and daffodils, and Elliora was quiet and big-eyed as she took the world in and listened to the rain pattering on the umbrella above our heads.

But the problem is, they’re still on my camera. And I’m tired. And I have a couple hundred photos from my Omaha trip already on my laptop awaiting editing and posting, and I hate doing things out of order. So that post will likely never get written, and that makes me kinda sad. But I know that right now, I cannot do it all and stay sane. I just can’t. I have to let some things go.

Not to mention that there are lots of other things going on in my life, or at least around me, that I couldn’t blog about anyway. And that always puts a damper on my desire to write here, when I have to hold things back. Nothing terrible is going on, lest you worry. Just stuff that isn’t mine to talk about. You know how it goes. I guess I’ve actually been writing a lot lately, just all of my writing has been to friends or family in emails.

Anyway. I should end this post before it gets any more random and rambly. It’s entirely possible that this crappy-blogging streak is all in my head, because I know about all the posts I’ve wanted to write that have not happened, but you guys don’t. In any case, I hope y’all don’t mind if I occasionally throw a bunch of random photos up here and call it a day.

Cute baby pictures!

Hooray for cute baby pictures! Especially ones with fun expressions.

What’s that? No, you’re not imagining it; these photos are fairly similar. I would probably be more selective and post fewer of these to Flickr, but I know the grandmas want to see every last one of ‘em.

No, seriously, they do! And the aunts and uncles and various friends want to see them too. My mom even wants to see the ones I reject because someone’s eyes are half-closed or moved at the wrong moment. But she has to deal with not seeing them because I usually delete those without downloading them.

The sad part is, I’m not even near being caught up on photos with this post. I haven’t written about Annalie’s gymnastics show, or when Annalie was blowing bubbles using her hand as a wand, or a couple of recipes I promised to blog, or the pottery I’ve painted recently.

I dunno how those of you who read this blog for the crafts or the recipes feel about all these baby pictures, but I guess you can just skip these posts.

But can you really resist this face? Come on.

Hey, there’s me! I’m actually in a picture with Elliora. I need to start handing Troy the camera more often. Time is flying by.

We’re all in various stages of sickness, on the mend but still off-kilter enough that none of us felt very festive today. Troy and Annalie were the only ones well enough to go to Christmas Eve service last night. For my mom and me both it just doesn’t feel like Christmas if we don’t go to church, but we wouldn’t have been able to sing any of the carols or hymns anyway. Annalie got really into the Santa thing this year, though, and wrote a note and put out cookies and milk and treats for the reindeer, which was fun. We opened presents this morning, and had chocolate croissants and sausage and coffee for breakfast. And it snowed a little bit! So all things considered, it could have been a lot worse. But I think we’ll definitely remember this as a weird Christmas. Good thing Elliora isn’t old enough to be disappointed that her first Christmas was kind of a bust.

(In case you’re wondering what happened, Annalie and I both did 7 Days all this past week, I just have not blogged the last five days of photos. You can see them here and here.)

I hope your Christmas was decidedly jollier and less weird than ours.