6:20 am: No toner or paper for the school copier, no clue what I'm teaching today/this week. Perfect time for a blog entry!!
Dear faithful reader (no, the singular is not a typo. I have no delusions,about the popularity of this blog),
I must apologize to you. I have not been as diligent in the updating of this blog as I have in the past. This is only semi-intentional. I did not want this blog to turn into a mundane list of daily activities, detailing the every move of myself and my family. I wanted it to be an irreverent list of daily activities, but it turns out that I'm not nearly as good of a writer as I want to be.
I know that in order to be good at anything, you need to practice regularly and Kurt Vonnegut says that to be a writer, you need to write every day, no matter what you write. Sadly, while things are happening that I think are cute and adorable, I don't think that they are for the general public, or that I could explain them in an interesting enough way to even entertain myself.
On top of all of that, I have been monstrously busy, not necessarily with work, but with time-consuming activities, like traveling to and from work. This semester, I'm "teaching" a physics lab at Duquesne University, which means that on Tuesday and Wednesday, I leave my house at 5:15 am to get to school with enough time to do my work before the copier gets hogged by Social Studies teachers, leave school around 3:30-4 to drive to the university, teach the lab from 6-8 and get home between 8:30 and 9. Sadly for me, this means I don't get to see Harper at all on these days, which I hate. She's asleep when I leave in the morning and (hopefully) asleep when I get home.
As a direct result, I've been trying to make the most of the weekends, spending as much time with my women as possible. This past Saturday, Harper turned 10 months old and my mom turned (something)7 so we went to Philadelphia to celebrate. My grandmother took the family out to dinner at an amazing restaurant that I will never go to unless someone else pays.
During the day, Sara, Harper, my mom, Joan and I went to a Renaissance festival near New Hope where I got to wear my kilt, Harper got to wear her kilt, and I ran into someone with whom I went to high school and have not seen in 11 years. The festival was great fun and, as with the Scottish Highland Games, people stopped and gaped in wide-wonder at the joy they had found in my daughter toddling around in a kilt.
We've also found that as a gift for turning 10 months old, my daughter received a molar.
My baby is growing up so fast!
Since I am updating this from work, I don't have any new pictures or videos, but I hope to post some when I get home today.