New to the blogging scene

I have finally succumbed to peer pressure and am joining the blogosphere.  My hesitation was a trifecta of concerns:

1.  That I would type something that would traumatize my child and be ever available online for the world to see.

2.  That because I love writing, I would want each post to be hilarious, insightful, and poignant, while in reality, they won't be up to the standards in my head.

3.  That between email, Myspace, Facebook, my Yahoo groups, and Meetup, did I really want to add another computer-related time-suck?

So what convinced me?  Well, besides the arm-twisting of multiple far-away friends and family, I looked at my son today and he is 17 months old.  A toddler.  And to be honest, I'm not really sure how that happened.  I have pictures up the wazoo, a full baby book, totes of outgrown clothes, and vaguely fuzzy memories tinged with sleep deprivation.  I'm afraid I'm missing it.  That I'm here, intensely busy in the everyday stuff of parenting, taking time to marvel in each tiny discovery the Nugget makes, but that I will forget how he is IN THIS MOMENT.

So I'm starting my journal.  This is for me but also for the Nugget.  I love you, boo-boo.