Hopefully I'm not miscounting but I think this blog has been alive for a whole two years today. I remember coming home from the hospital one morning after Simon was on call (as a med student -- so silly) for the night where I may or may not have Macgyvered my way into his call room that housed 1/2 of a twin bed. I was wearing scrubs and a fleece jacket (why? to cover my 23ish week bump-o-Julia? who knows) in the 98 degree heat like a smarty. I wrote this first post (cringe cringe cringe cringe), went on a waddle around the block, came home and checked on the post confused as to why I didn't already have 7 comments from all of the people that didn't know about Camp Patton. (I eventually confessed to my bff+e that I had a blog and she confessed that she had one too. Best friends that keep e-secrets from each other. The best.)
Since then, Julia was obviously born, I wouldn't shut up about iodine, Simon graduated, we moved, and Sebastian was born and I wrote a screenplay including all unnecessary delivery details.
All I've learned since that inaugural post is how to make photos a little bit larger. I'm still totally clueless, obvi.
(Simon said, "there is no way this picture could get any more awkward -- even in the bathroom.")
And now for the excitement ... if you're dumb enough to have a blog (kidding, kind of) and brave enough to do so, I would love to read the first post you ever wrote ever. ever. Did you hear? ever. There is no way it can be worse than mine. None.
Link party!!! Inappropriate music and all.
Do it up.