Busy is an understatement.

Between work and home and baby (now, toddler!) everything is a blur. Days splash into days and tumble into nights that crash like waves. A series of nurse, sleep, comfort, nurse, wake up, snuggle, nurse, nurse, nurse. I’m tired.

That is not to say that it has not been wonderful. Outrageously wonderful.

I’ve been meaning to write about how wonderful it has been. In fact, part of the reason that I have not posted is because I kept meaning to write about my beautiful first Mother’s Day and I couldn’t bring myself to post anything until I had posted about that glorious day. We lounged in bed, open gifts, ate brunch, and then lazed outside, blowing bubbles and adorning our daughter’s hair with dandelion halos.

It was perfect, and I meant to write about it, but I didn’t. Then I meant to write about other things, and I didn’t. And I grew tired.

Here’s to getting back on track, despite being tired. Here’s to the world’s best Baby (who from now on I will refer to as Pidge, her nickname). Here’s to sleep deprivation for all the right reasons, and here’s to hoping better sleep comes soon.

Here’s to the renewed commitment to blog, and to tell you about all of the outrageously wonderful things that have happened and that are happening in my tiny one-year-old’s world.