In which I attempt a real "journal" entry. Remember those?

Well, big surprise... it's been six months since I updated. Again. I'm really good at that. Is there some sort of prize or sponsorship for being the most lazy updater ever? I mean, it seems like that's all blogging is anymore. It's kind of sad. I mean, I love a giveaway as much as the next gal, but what happened to pouring your heart out or just posting about the minutiae of your day? Back in the day of "online journals," there was no incentive to post anything except the catharsis of getting it out there in black and white. No one does that anymore... and I guess it does make a difference now that everyone and their grandma knows how to use the Internet. Your jobs, relationships, your entire livelihood can be in jeopardy if you keep it real.

I felt pressured to define this blog when I started it, just because it seems like that's what you have to do now. There are fashion bloggers, home bloggers, recipe bloggers, mommy bloggers, blahblahblah bloggers... that's starting to not look like a real word anymore. Anyway, I don't want this to be a niche blog. I just want a place to write every once in a while.

I'm going to force myself to do a little exercise. I'm going to bust it out LiveJournal style and write about my day. With Facebook, Twitter and Instagram, it's too easy to update everyone in short, concise bursts. This is a real freakin' journal entry, people. Behold.

Kyle let me sleep until 9:30 this morning, which was nice, since Hank decided that 2:00 and 4:00 AM were excellent times to wake up screaming for no discernible reason. I think he must be going through a growth spurt. He's been eating like a horse lately, and his sleep patterns always get jacked up when he's hitting another milestone.

After some chai and several readings of "Penguin Says Please" (Hank's new favorite book), I still wasn't awake, so my dear husband was kind enough to let me go back to sleep for a while. I finally pulled it together around 2:00 and went for some ice cream with my mom (with Hank in tow) and then came back to the house to do some yardwork while Mom chased after Hank.

No, I couldn't get my parenting game together today, in case that's what you were thinking.

Anyway, I used some old bricks I found in our shed to edge around the front of our house. Previously, it was just old mulch and then grass... not all that attractive. The edging is a little crooked, but I think it'll look nice once I get some new mulch down and the grass fills back in. I got one side of the house done and then it looked like a serious rainstorm was headed in, so I went down to the fence row on the north side of our house and attempted to dig out the chokecherry that I had sprayed weed killer on last week. A lot of it was still too stubborn to get out, so that got doused with weed killer again. I also managed to finally plant two variegated hostas in the area where we got married a couple years ago. There are two large cement foundations and a little shaded garden area which gets extremely weedy extremely fast. I need to put more mulch down there as soon as possible.

I really do not enjoy being outside that much, but I have gotten into gardening this year, so I go about it like I'm killing snakes on days when it's not ungodly hot.

After a much-needed shower, I dropped Mom off at home and we went over to Kyle's parents' house to eat dinner with his dad, who was flying solo this evening. Burgers, baked beans and macaroni and cheese filled us up, then we all went outside and watched Hank run up and down their huge deck. He got a bath there and then we employed the car method of getting him down for the night.

And now, it is getting on towards 11:00 and it's time for bed.