I’ve been posting a lot of recipes (over 40 to date) since I started my blog about 3 months ago.Looking back over that short period, I’m pretty happy with what I’ve been able to accomplish. My cooking and photography has improved, my recipes have been published on Foodgawker, Tastespotting and Dessertstalking. My website’s Alexa ranking has gone from about 2 million globally to 1 million – which is really good for a site just 3 months old relying only on the power of content (web writers, you know what I’m talking about).
To celebrate those little victories I’m going to branch out from recipes and share a bit of what I’m dealing with under foot. Sometimes I wish I had more time to spend on this blog, but I have a little distraction that takes up 90% of my time and his name is Grayson. He is 10 1/2 months old, and his favorite pastime is making messes! He’s the proof that real life isn’t baby proof and why I spend way much of my time chasing around my little baby-beast as he empties every drawer he can open. Specifically, he loves to take anything on a shelf, in a box or drawer and put it on the floor. In his mind, this is where everything goes and he has a compulsive need to organize it. I happily let him make those messes even though it means more work for me. He squishes his food, pours water out of the bathtub, smashes crumbs into the carpet…the list keeps growing.
My number one priority right now is keeping one eye on little Grayson, because everything and anything ends up in his mouth. Just this week, I’ve fended off a piece of glass, a razor, toilet-water-covered-hands, rocks, dirt, carpet fuzz, paper bits, dirty diapers and shoes. I try valiantly to sweep daily. We have baby gates up, and cabinet drawer locks applied. The electrical outlets are all covered. Still, no amount of sweeping, mopping or baby proofing seems to make a difference in what he seems to dig up. It’s amazing what those grabby little baby fingers can find.
So to all of you hard-working moms and dads out there, I salute your efforts as I do mine. We are all stumbling through this together – some better than others. My mind hurts at the thought of trying to accomplish anything at all (like this blog) caring for 2 or 3 little beasties. I’m so grateful to have him, though. The experience of having and raising a child is worth every second.