Things I Have Learned

1. I have a lot to learn
2. A sense of humor is vital – even amidst a serious crying spell babies can still be funny and they’ll stop crying eventually
3. Clean house fast – you never know how long you’ll have to get it all done
4. Don’t tiptoe – the more noise you make now, the more baby will get used to hearing it, so you can have raging house parties so you can clean house frantically without worrying about waking her up
5. Dishwasher baskets for baby stuff don’t work – you’ll have to hand wash them afterward anyway
6. Grandmothers are amazing – they truly know what they’re talking about and make everything look easy
7. Baby talk can be embarrassing – It’s one thing to do it in public when you’re actually talking to baby – it’s something else entirely when you’re on a conference call at work
8. Poop isn’t that gross anymore – You could potentially have it on your hands or clothes all day and not even know it
9. Everyday revelations never cease – There is always something new to witness and embrace
10. Babies really are blessings – And they really do smell that good

Entropy

Clearly I have difficulties writing a new post every day. I was wondering how that would work. Combination of factors, really…it’s cold in the basement, I’ve been busier at work (where I started the blog and wrote the first post), and I haven’t quite figured out the niche of this blog. Sure, it’s here to keep family and friends informed of what’s happening with my belly and eventually the baby. But there are enough things that go through my mind on a daily basis that you’d think I’d have plenty of ammo.

Take entropy, for example. I have long suffered from the effects of this concept, but didn’t know what was causing all of my frustrations until high school chemistry. Entropy and chaos – it all makes sense.

We have a small living room area, which consists of a large coffee table, a couch, an old leather chair and a couple other tables and shelving type pieces. Most of our daily activities occur around this coffee table, so it only makes sense that it gets cluttered quickly. Today is no exception. I’m downstairs, so I’m going off of memory, but I can picture our lunch dishes, two open Green and Blacks chocolate bars (yummy), opened and unopened mail, my purse, the latest Economist, 9 remote controls (slight exaggeration), Deacon’s comb, and I’m sure a lot of other stuff that I can’t even see.

Point is, it was clean yesterday (OK, Monday). But still, even with picking something up and taking it to its home (one of many places that seems like a logical storage place at the time) each time I walk by, the table becomes a pawn in entropy’s game of inevitable chaos. I like the idea of entropy – that you have to expend energy in order to overcome it – but I like the idea of entropy in regards to cells and chemical reactions, not my coffee table.

Will adding more storage places help with overcoming entropy, or will it require more energy to keep that organization? Does it take longer to dig through one junk drawer or try to remember the last logical location for a particular item’s storage? I’m sure Nick will vote for the latter option, but I’m not convinced. Perhaps I need to review my high school chemistry textbook.

Pssst!

Words are good. Internets are good. Words on Internets = Sarah’s new blog.

I do not yet know what I will likely write about on a daily basis (you do this daily, right?), but I’m sure it will have something to do with my life and how it’s about to be flipped around with the arrival of a new baby.

Deacon the Dog’s antics and handsomeness will certainly grace the pages of this blog, as will all the little things that make up my life.