I was all set to write a blog post about how I never went out as a kid/teenager and instead hung out with my mother on New Year’s Eve and then I discovered I already wrote that post 6 years ago.
This year (well, I guess last year) I didn’t manage to eat my pigs in a blanket on New Year’s Eve but Marisa was kind enough to prepare the above plate while I was working out (yes, the irony makes them more delicious). This little ritual is one way that I manage to remember my mom, though I must admit there’s hardly a day that goes by where I don’t think about her in one way or another (I often think about how much she would have loved being Sammy and Declan’s grandmom!).
All of this reminds me why I have starting blogging more regularly around these parts. Blankbaby functions as a sort of external memory bank for me. I can look through the archives and remember what I was interested in 10 years ago, or realize the things that I think about over and over again.
If you’re reading this you should totally start a blog and leave the link in the comments. If you already have a blog, share that link too!