Six months. Yep. That's how long it's been since I've peeked on here to blog. That's a long time.

I had the lofty idea that I would schedule a blogging time.


Is it ok to blame everything on Colt?

I didn't grade papers today.

It's Colt's fault.

I didn't wash the dishes.

Colt's fault.

The floor, um. it's dirty.




But guess, what?! I think I'm getting the hang of this being tired, busy, and oh-so in love with that baby that it really doesn't matter.

Because it doesn't. Now, am I saying that everything should go to the pits because I have a baby? No way! But I am learning that it's a major life adjustment and I am, slowly but surely, learning to bend and sway and roll with the never ending punches that is motherhood. I can do this.

As a matter of fact, I have to. It's not even a choice. Mr. has been a huge encouragement. Not only has he stepped in and become the most amazing help and husband I could ever even imagine, but he has given me the love and nudging I needed to finally snap out of the initial "dear Lord, how am I supposed to do this" and step into, "Hey, I am a woman. This is what I was made for. I can do this."

And for that I am ever grateful, because, I'm going to tell you what... this is hard. But I can do hard things. We all can. With the right people and the right attitude and the strength of Jesus we, I, you, all of us can be unstoppable. 

Am I going to keep using Colt as an excuse? Of course! He's my reason for working hard, for playing hard, and living. That's the best little excuse in the world! 

Maybe I'll make that blogging schedule yet...