The Mommy Blogaries

The Denver Post just published this article about the popularity—and profitability—of mommy blogs. If I had known revenue was a possibility, maybe I wouldn't have been such a slacker about posting for the past few weeks.

Truth is I've been procrastinating blogging only as much as I've been procrastinating everything else lately—work, laundry, vacuuming. One thing I hadn't anticipated about mommying was just how hard it would be to shift gears during Sidamo-free times (nap times and when he's at his friend Max's house) and devote myself fully to other things. I sometimes find myself staring at a blank page, and the only words I can piece together are "moo," "baa," and "la la la." Not quite on target for the magazines I work for. Plus, if I'm going to go down Jayson Blair–style, it's going to be for plagiarizing someone a little loftier than Sandra Boynton.

Now, for updates: Sidamo is doing wonderfully. For the past few weeks, he's been reliably calling me Mama—or, should I say, "MAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Other new words and phrases include down, towel, toy, cow, hold hands (more like "ha hay," and he wants to do it constantly—two hands, not just one), tofu (bofu), and the list goes on. His favorite word remains no, and he uses it frequently—sometimes in song, sometimes in prose, but always with a lot of feeling.

And what post would be complete without some completely adorable photos?

Sidamo out to breakfast with Daddy, Grandpa, Great Grandma, Aunt Lisa and cousin Scarlett. If it weren't for those pesky eggs, he would have made it into the Clean-Plate Club.

First ride on the Amish rocking horse given to him by Pop Pop and Carol Lee.