I haven't posted in a long while. Like since 3 weeks after our daughter was born (aka the GB). So roughly November. This stalemate has to stop.
I just didn't realize that with our bouncing bundle of BOI, my mobility in and around the Island would be severely altered if not destroyed completely. It started out as keeping GB around the house until her 2 month old shots and because she was born in the midst of flu season. And then we got slammed with two Arctic blasts (so weird when I think about this past summer's Africa heat). The first blast resulted in a pipe burst in the attic which decimated her room (thankfully she still sleeps in our room with us). Then all of the Mondos got sick. Like for the entire month of February. Needless to say, I'm sure some of our friends believe we have been abducted.
GB enjoying her IBC original BOI creeper.
This in turn has affected my ability to blog about my love for the Island and all she's got going on with her bad self.
So when it came around again for my turn to write the IBC column in the March issue of Galveston Monthly (one of us IBCers does an IBC column each month), I was sweating bullets. I implored my fellow IBCs - "what do I write about?" Aside from work, an occasional trip to Target, GB's school, or a stroll around our neighborhood, we've mostly roved about the Island in the Rogue. Otherwise I have been luxuriating (read: trapped) in the house. When I stopped to really think about it though, I realized that my perspective of Galveston had changed since she was born simply because she had entered our lives. Thankfully, this led me to the subject of my column.
. . . Which then led me back here to blogging (ahem, lack thereof). I can't write some of the same stuff that I had before I was even Knocked Up East of 61st. Again, I'm not out and about. I mean, we missed the entire first weekend of Mardi Gras because Mondo had bronchitis, GB was trying to kick what was either one slammin' cold or the dreaded RSV, and I was trying to kick the remnants of whatever GB had given to me. We loafed in our living room in pajamas all weekend enjoying the intermittent sounds of GB's nebulizer and fireworks and catching glimpses of floats that cut through our neighborhood. Bless smart phones and Facebook for photo uploads.
GB jammin' out in her footie jommers whilst rockin' the dino face mask.
But, this weekend. Nothing is gonna stop us.
We're all pretty much well now. The grandparents are coming to town (been humming this line to "Santa Claus is Coming to Town"). And we have spots on a Mardi Gras float for the Momus parade. Yes Sireee.
We are so excited, we are effervescing! You know why? We have been out of the house alone, together, for more than 30 minutes exactly two times since GB was born. So, we're ready to put this Saturday night on blast.
And I'll finally have something to blog about. Woo-hoo!
