Getting Back on the Horse

Here are some things I want to resume (or attempt to) this year:

- Blogging, shoot for once a month. But I'm not going to put tons of pressure on myself for it to be wonderful, insightful essays, this short, rambling entry being a case in point. I just want it to be more than an annual book diary.

- Theatre (I miss you, musicals) (directors I am begging you)

- Any sort of travel, even just down to St George or Cedar City once snow stops being a risk

- get a Wordle in three guesses or less. This may never happen as I'm actually really bad at word scrambles. But I can dream!

General updates? Having a baby changes everything, obviously. People ask me how I'm doing and I answer with how she's doing. Working to get back to having some "me" stuff as well. Did literally the worst audition of my life in December and had to stop myself from breaking down in the audition room. "Whyyyyyyyyyy does this pianist hate me?" So it can only go up from there, or at least not down. (She said, tempting fate.) Haha, no, I was totally humiliated. But I didn't die and life goes on!

Diana is closer to being a year old than a newborn, which blows my mind. I love her so much, but I worry so much. I worry that she'll never learn to eat anything more solid than applesauce, that she won't crawl, that she won't sleep through the night. (However if I stay up late anticipating her wake up she sleeps soundly so for now I'll keep doing that, haha!) It's not that I'm worried **she** can't do these things, I worry that **I** can't teach her, or am failing her in some way.

She loves to go outside, even though it's so cold. Makes me wish we lived in San Diego, where she wouldn't have to be triple bundled to do her daily walk to the mailbox with daddy. Oh well, she's so cute triple bundled. (And I wouldn't want to live in San Diego anyway, but I can't wait to take her to the ocean.) She loves bathtime and the water. We were going to a baby swim class but I got nervous about the spike in Covid rates and stopped. It's so tough to be a new stay at home mom right now and not really able to go anywhere because I just want to make it through her first flu season with no sickness. Knock on wood, it's working so far. But it's tough too. I just want to go back to normal.

So hello, blog, from me and kitty sitting on the couch (she wishes it would go back to normal too, but she hasn't seen nothing yet) and sleeping baby upstairs. (Stay sleeping, little one.) Here's to 2022, and roughly twelve blog entries.