pretty cool.

i was just contemplating making my ancient private blog public, and logged on to further consider the possibility only to find that my account has been deleted. i guess that answers that question. i've definitely changed in the seven or so years since i started it, and maybe it didn't accurately represent me anymore, but i'm a little sad to lose it. hohum.

this blog will still be more of a journal than anything else, and most likely very ramble-y and introspective, so if you don't care, don't read! :)

lots of times since i became pregnant the first time, i've thought about the loss of... street cred? dignity? ...mass appeal? (as if i ever had it. ha!) that pregnancy, childbirth, and mothering seems to bring with it. it's hard to dress like a gangsta with a basketball under your shirt, i never thought ANYONE would see me as i was during atticus' birth, and consistently wearing spit-up and/or messy fingerprints is pretty rad. and then there's the fact that i know now every single word to every song on walt disney's pandora station, and pretty much nothing about current music of any other genre.

before:

after:

which brings me to today. i took my boy through a drive-thru to get myself some coffee, and then another drive-thru to get some mexican food (no, you can't really call it that). then we came home, sat on the couch, and listened to my music. and he leaned on me and he ate his burrito and bobbed his head to the music and talked about superman. and i sat and thought about what a cool kid i have.