blogging sludge

You know how sometimes the more you have to do, the slower everything seems to go and the harder it is to do even the small stuff? Right now, blogging feels like that. There is SO much to say from the past 6 weeks that I don't even want to write a little bit.... it's all too much. And then something little happens which I think I might like to write about, but I feel I can't because I haven't "caught up" with all the other stuff.

What a load of rubbish - all this false guilt! But it's real nonetheless.

So I'm officially letting myself off the hook. I have uploaded pictures. I have labeled them. I now officially declare myself free to write anything I like in the present. like how in shock/awe I am that Tegwyn is turning 1 next week. Where did this past year go? how is it possible that this time last year I was about to go into labour, walking miles and miles around the neighbourhood, and still wondering what Tegwyn's 2nd name would be? Oh my, how time flies.