I have not been inspired to write recently. 


That may be due to the lack of sleep (thank you darling daughter!) or my frustration level (thank you sweet son) or my inadaquate feelings (thank you dear husband ).

However, upon some consideration (and the desire to put in a plug for a REALLY AMAZING WRITER)
I decided that I would write something...and what better place to start than about how my life happens to not be inspiring lately.

My daughter is an angel. Wonderful child that is cute on command and loves to sleep during the day. At two weeks old she is doing a marvelous job of being a perfect baby. Still, it will take a little bit of time before my body really adjusts to the lack of continuous sleep. I'm not complaining about her because, as I said...she is doing a wonderful job of being a baby. Just check out how cute she is!



My son however.....sigh. I love him when he is cute. I even love him when he is not and he has been not an awful lot lately. He is at the age of "NO" and "I DON"T WANT TO!". I just tell myself that one day I will discover the magic trick to convincing him to behave. Until then, I will enjoy the happy moments and try not to hold onto frustrations. Right now he is throwing a full on, kicking his feet, pounding his hands, screaming temper tantrum because he has to take a nap. It's kind of funny to see him doing such a stereotypical "two year old" thing. At least it's not the middle of Walmart..... So since I threw in a photo of Madeline, here is Connor at a cute moment.....

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And now onto the real reason that I have not been inspired to write. My husband. (here he is...sorry that I am destroying your dangerous stranger image with this photo!)



For those of you who don't know, Hypoborean Wanderer is my husband. I begged him to write because he is so good at it. Even if he only wrote for me, I would be happy. I have all the letters that he has sent to me during our separations and I treasure them. He should write a book... He is that good. If you don't believe me check him out. (Brad if you read this, you should profile his stuff on the main page!)

But the fact that I love to read his words shouldn't diminish my thoughts. Yet, I find myself wondering what he will write and waiting on his next article.....without thinking about what I want to say. A great deal of this has to do with the fact that I have nothing interesting to say and his life is full of intrigue and adventure (boring though it may be). Some of it is also the fact that I compare us and find that I prefer his style over my own. I write like I talk....not poetic or enticing, but down to earth and more often than not, rambling. This has also affected my ability to comment on his page. I don't want to blabber on with silly comments, I want my responses to reflect how I feel and how he affected me, but I am left tounge tied and speechless. If he was here, telling me the stories, I would simply lean over and give him a kiss. So from now on, I may just have to do that online. Here is one for you. *kiss*

I love you, Matt and I suppose I should say "thanks". By facing my writer's block, I was actually able to get over it.

I'm going to comment on your pages now.