One Year Later. . .

I have brought it to my own attention that I have been posting to this blog for nearly one year. Considering the fact that I wasn't sure I'd last a month, I'm pretty darn proud that soon I will have persisted in self-publishing my mostly mindless prattle for 365 days. I keep you coming back with cute pictures of the kid. What was the world like before digital cameras?



So, as the blog-birthday approaches, I am wondering some things:

1) Who are you? I know that Erin, my dad, my sister, my brother, my mom, and Dotto read this pretty regularly. There are a few others who check in at least once in a while. Do I have any "lurkers" out there? People who read, but never, ever say anything to me about it, whether by leaving a comment or telling me in person.

2) Would you like to read more or less about Harper's poop? I'm just asking. I actually have a lot to say on the subject, but I try to refrain from commenting on it too often. Some people eat meals in front of their computers, I respect that.

3) Does anyone know of a way I can archive this for the kid, the main person I write for, who may want to read it someday? I live in constant fear that computer programs I like are going to a) simply stop existing, or b) start charging for things I used to be able to do for free. I guess I could cut and paste all the entries into a word document, but that's kind of boring. I'm open to suggestions.

4) Do you have a favorite post? For example, if I was going to put a little "highlight" reel together, what would I include?

And now for a public service announcement:

Beware of Quaker Oatmeal Squares cereal! Harper is obsessed with the stuff. She covets it more than anything, including cookies. If I am foolish enough to ask her what she wants to eat she says, "see-al pease, see-al!" A request which lately has been followed up with, "Ah nee mik!" She needs milk? Use your manners child! Oh well, at least she says please for the cereal.

I'm well aware that it could be worse, she could be asking me for frosted pop tarts, chocolate chip cookies, ice cream, candy. . . But high-fiber oatmeal cereal it is! And since she's not asking for candy, I'm likely to give her what she wants. Unfortunately she'd rather eat cereal than anything else, which is starting a trend toward even less variety in her diet. If only I could figure out a way to get some veggies into the cereal squares, then we'd be in business.