Starting anew?

It's been over a year since I've posted to this blog (thanks for the kick in the pants, Molly Bee!).

I'm feeling the urge to fire it up again, but I'm not sure if life will continue to intervene.

And then there's the small matter of having nothing to write about.

So...

What's new here?

Phil has been re-elected to the State Senate for his third term and has added to his duty the role of Senate Majority Leader. This is exciting, at least from his perspective. From my perspective, he'll be home less, but still, I think he'll be good at this job. He's a deal maker, peace broker, level-headed, soft-spoken but loud when necessary, idea generator. What more could the state need? Luck to him, I say. (Glad it's not me.)

My daughter Abby continues to be an absolute gem. She's a year and a half now and is a walking, talking, dancing, singing machine. And she has begun asking questions. I find that very exciting. (Please do not tell me I will tire of it. Do not kill my Mommy Buzz!) Her first question was "What's that?" ("Wuzzaaaat?"), and she has recently added "Why?" to her repertoire, though she generally doesn't understand my answers, and so follows them up with a vigorous "Huh?"

Abby's favorite song (in her words):

Itsy Spidah.
SPOUT!
RAIN!!
Yay!

She also sings something vaguely resembling the ABC song, and whenever she sees written words, she points and says, "H!" I think 'H' is a mighty fine letter.

Since I'm spilling Abby's many skills here for all to see, I'll also tell you that she points to the picture that hangs just to the right of her dressing table and correctly names "Abigail Adams."

Today in church she charmed us all by saying, 'Obama!' very loudly and for no apparent reason. When her father went up to the front of the church to perform deacon-related duties, she said (again rather loudly), "Where Daddy Go?" He heard her, clear at the front of the sanctuary. She also applauded when the choir finished singing. I've always had the urge to do that, but no one does, so I don't. I'm glad she doesn't have my inhibitions.

Here is a conversation we had the other day:

Abby: I hungry.
Me: What would you like to eat?
Abby: Ice Cream.
Me: We don't have ice cream for breakfast.
Abby: Why?
Me: I have no idea. It doesn't make much sense to me either.

Wise beyond her years, I'm telling you.

So this blog, should I keep writing it, will likely turn into the Abby report, which may not be all that exciting for most people who are generally a) much more interested in the exploits of their own children, or b) not interested in tales of children at all.

But then, I'm just feeling the urge to do some writing, and blogging will give me some practice that can't hurt me any, regardless of readership.

Guess that's it for now.

Until next time (next day? next week? next month? next year?)...