Let's not play catch up and say we did.

I have a perfectionism problem, and it has been spewing its guts all over this blog for the past couple years now. When we were struggling to get pregnant, I spent a lot of time hanging out in my pjs (no outfit photos there, ya know), eating too much take out (sorry 'boutcha, recipes...and also, my apologies, waistline) and just generally not caring about many things aside from propelling myself from one day to the next. And If I couldn't blog perfectly (with top notch photos, super witty subject matter and a daily posting schedule that ran like clockwork), perhaps I'd just wait until I got my shizz together and I could blog perfectly. Yes, obviously that was a good idea, right? But that took quite a bit longer than I would have guessed (let's be honest, it's debatable whether or not it's even happened yet) and as the days stretched into weeks stretched into months, the pressure seemed to be growing. Because now that I'd taken this huge amount of time away from my blog, my re-entry into the blogworld felt like it had to be SPECTACULAR, right? It had to be epic and wonderful and announce itself like, "BAM. I'm back and I've been rocking at life during this hiatus." And of course that just scared me away from blogging even further.

And then there was the issue of the catch up. Do I just pretend the last two years never happened? Do I run a quick recap of my life during my absence? (Not pregnant + Sad + Doctor + Not Pregnant + I give up, I'm barren + Pregnant! + STILL pregnant + Newborn + What is Sleep?) Do I diligently try to catch you up on every life happening and photo-worthy outing that's happened since I left? Is there even anyone who still checks this blog and would read such a thing or am I worried about absolutely nothing because I could blog outfit photos in my boob-milk soaked tank and post recipes sharing the best topping combinations for a Dominos pizza and no one would even see it?

At first, I felt like I had to catch up. The perfectionist in me was just not comfortable leaving those blanks blank. But my Lord, that's a lot to catch up on. And in the meantime, of course, life just keeps passing by and I'd become trapped in an endless cycle of the catch up game.

And so. This is my blank slate. This is my massive pile of a non-catch up post. A whole bunch of super adorable photos of Knox that are 100% necessary because they're too cute to NOT receive their 5 seconds of internet fame, and a promise to share my completely imperfect life imperfectly and inconsistently for as long as we all shall live. Amen.