I’m what might be referred to as a “sporadic” blogger. I’m in my first year of homeschooling and spending the bulk of my time figuring out how to do it successfully without hurting anyone. That has left me with less time for blogging than I’d like. Sometimes, something will happen and I’ll have a post all written in my head but I get busy with field trips, reading aloud and carry-the-one. Before I know it, too much time has passed and the post has gone stale. Still, there are some things that one or two of you might be wondering about. This post is for you.

Newt loves her chef hat and apron. You know how they say, “The clothes make the man”? In this case, the clothes are making the chef. She is becoming quite the little baker, even learning to make some things without much help from me. [Can I get a whoot-whoot!?]
If you’d like to sew a chef hat, you can find the free pattern on You Can Make This.
Next item of business, some of you have asked about my meat baby ovarian cyst. (Mr. Frantic has politely asked me to stop making him vomit by using that little term of endearment.)
I’m happy to say the crazy-making pills, aka: birth control, worked. On my second pelvic ultrasound, the technician saw this image:

Good-bye Mea- um, Cystie.
Hmm… this is oddly cathartic. What other bits of unfinished business can I tidy up? How about 100 Stories About Me? I have decided to discontinue this feature. Every single post on this site is a story about me. This post here will be number 236. I don’t think I need to say more.
Did I just say I didn’t need to say more? Then why am I still here?
I do need to say more. A lot more. Just not about that.
One of the things that I need to/want to/promised I would say more about is how Mr. Frantic and I met and fell in love. I could just say:
We met at a church dance and were married six months later.
But where’s the fun in that?
You wouldn’t get to hear about the way he stole me from his friend. Or about the way he asked me, ever so sweetly, if I would be his girlfriend and then proposed only three weeks later. And what in tarnation the family dog running around the neighborhood (while wearing pair of my underwear!) had to do with any of this.
That is a story the internet needs to hear, my friends. And it will, Valentine’s week. I commit to you, dear readers (hi Mom!) that I will tell all between February 11-13th.

I’ll try to make it worth the wait.
Whew…I feel so much better. Like a great weigh has been lifted. If I left anything out, just drop a question in the comments. I’ll answer it right away soon sometime.



















