I realize that I have been grossly negligent of both my readers in the last year, but I haven’t been too worried about it. I figure that if God saw fit to give husbands a year off after the birth of a child, then I can slack off somewhat with no guilt. In fact, I’m pretty sure if Leviticus were written today it would include a whole chapter on housework, landscaping and blogging, among other things, that you are allowed to let slide during that first year. As my year of self-pity comes to a close, I hereby make a solemn semi-promise to make somewhat more of an effort to write a little more. (Was that enough qualifiers to allow me an out if I need it?)

I am not promising anything earth-shattering or life-altering. I also am not promising any additional housework or landscaping, in case Ashley is reading between the lines. I guess that the only thing I can promise is more moments like this:

As I was writing the above paragraph, the house was reasonably quiet and I was wondering why I haven’t posted more to this point. Then Hannah ran into the room saying “Oh my goodness! Will spilled the coffee!” I went into the kitchen and saw that Will was engaging in his new favorite pastime, putting things into and out of the garbage can. I had just emptied the coffee grounds into the garbage can, etc. etc. and ended up giving him a bath. I always wondered why people who blog all the time have so many funny things to share. Now I am starting to think that people who blog all the time get carried away and their kids do funny things. So, in my pathetic attempt to follow in their footsteps, I went back, grabbed the camera to take a few photos before cleaning everything (and everybody) up.