Eight Days

That's how long it has been since my last post here.

...and really? I don't even have a good reason.

It certainly isn't for lack of trying. I open my blogger account, I click the options that get me to a fresh, blank slate...

...and then nothing.

I tap my fingers on the keys, I think, trying to recall something funny or at least mildly entertaining.

And then in a fit of frustration, I give up. I close the window, shut my laptop and walk away.

It's as if my mind has been sucked completely dry by... well? a mind-sucker. A big, lumpy, hairy one. And again, if we're being honest, I often find that I just don't feel like I have anything worth sharing. Who wants to see *another* photo of my blue-eyed baby as we run through the motions of our day? Because sometimes I feel as though that's all I've got to contribute.

All this to say that I haven't gone anywhere. I haven't left Peanut's Page for greener pastures. I'm here, just feeling briefly contemplative. And quiet. Really, really quiet.

Keep with me, will you? While I collect my thoughts and try to get the ball rolling again.

I've got some ideas up my sleeve... a challenge to make some positive, 'green' changes to our lifestyle, some self-imposed changes for the new year for our little family, and the continuing saga of my photography habit. Oh--and more on my serious obsession with toys. Of the vintage, handmade, and wooden variety. Because they're so much more fun than what's available at Target!

Toys.

On any given day, this is what you would see if you were to talk through our door. Camden takes great (and I do mean great) delight in emptying things of their contents. He doesn't discriminate, either. Baskets, cabinets, drawers, boxes... nothing is spared.

But you know? I don't mind, for some reason.