I have a love/hate relationship with blogs.
On the one hand, I have to be grateful for the entertainment I’ve received from some pretty fantastic blogs. My favorite blogs have authors who are genuine, funny, and/or insightful, and somehow make you feel like you’re best friends with them – even if you’ve never met them before. I get sucked into their lives, their opinions, their advice. Ask James, my husband. I’ve been known to get lost in a blog for hours at a time if it only interests me.
On the other hand, I don’t like tooting my own horn or running my mouth off about something I know nothing about. In fact, I’m usually so terrified of saying something wrong that I won’t give my opinion about anything of importance unless I’m completely, absolutely, 100% sure that I’m right about it. So you could see how this aversion could keep me from writing a good blog, where (ideally?) you’re supposed to just go with the flow and talk about whatever.
Besides all this, I was also always that kid who enthusiastically started diaries every year or so… and then entirely forgot about them precisely three days, eight hours, and seven minutes later. Sooooo, yeah. Keeping up with a blog might be difficult.
So why am I even bothering to start one? Because of this cutie pie:
And this yummy cake:
Yep. That’s why. My most recent life development has been Mama to my adorable, lively, lovable Maciek (or Matthias, if you prefer the English version). This kid is so fantastic. Besides being stinkingly cute, he’s crazy strong and smart and develops a new skill every day (his latest is sticking his entire fist in his mouth. And be-drooling everything around him). Being able to stay at home to take care of him is awesome.
It can also be challenging and tiring at times, too. Here enters the cake. For many years now, I have LOVED baking. I don’t even remember how it started. I think it involved baking cookies for Christmas one year and things just sort of went from there. In fact, it’s one of the few hobbies that I ever picked up that I actually stuck with (yep, I was one of *those* kids, too). So ever since Maciek has been born, I’ve found relaxation in baking and otherwise creating yummy desserts. I quickly fell into a dessert-per-weekend pattern, and I started branching out into new, ambitious desserts.
And then I wanted to toot my own horn about them. And Maciek. And so we’ve come full circle.
I don’t pretend to know nearly anything about either baking or babies, so this should be an educational, cathartic experience. Let’s just hope it lasts longer than just over three days.