Lately there has been a marked hiatus in my blogging activity. There are many reasons for this, for one I have been consumed by some fairly large life changes ( a new home, the impending schooling decision), but also as I have so many blogs, that form in my head day to day, and there is so little time to record them that I end up this this overwhelming pool of ideas, and am incapacitated to start. In the end i write the easiest blog. Often this is the most trite of all of the thoughts going on in my head. I am not yet free to just blog from the heart. Although I have started this entirely for my own records, I can't escape the thought, that some one will read it. even if that someone is just one of my faithful friends, and I am realising now that I really don't always feel like writing something positive. That possibly I am quite morose at times, and that the culture of life with a young family is one of multiple daily frustrations and well, failure's. In the spirit of embracing an new honesty, I would like to dedicate this blog to my husband, and tell a little story about our day yesterday.