You guys, I am having a serious identity crisis.
As you can tell, the crickets and tumble weeds have taken over Lizzie in Progress. Some of it has come from general life stuff taking up my time, but a lot of it is coming from I have no idea what I want this blog to be anymore.
I read this fantastic post from Rambling Renovators that basically talks about the shift in the blog world in the past year or so. When I started blogging in 2009, it was all about commenting on other blogs and creating friendships through following/followers. Now its all about Pins, Tweets and Instagram. A lot of my favorite bloggers have turned their blog into a business, and while I think that is fantastic for them, I find myself weary of reading nearly every post is sponsored by so-and-so. Give aways have become work too: it used to be a comment on the post. Now I have to follow this person on Instagram, Facebook, Pinterest , Twitter along with the eight other blogs they've joined up with. Truth gun to my head, I just don't have that kind of time! But I see these blogs and I start to feel like I can't compete with their amazing renovations or perfectly planned parties. In the back of my mind, I start to think... why bother? I'm never going to be a powerhouse on Pinterest. I'll never have 15K followers on Instagram. If no one is commenting, then is anyone out there?
So consider this my mission statement: I am never going to make money from this blog. I realize that. This is basically my personal diary of what is going on in my life. If I don't get any blog traffic, that's fine- I enjoy looking back in my archives and remembering what I was thinking at a certain point in my life. That's why I started this.
As far as topics go, I am going to keep the same variety it's always been: sometimes JEGs and I will renovate a room. Sometimes Hunter will say something cute and I need to share it with the world (it happens a lot, let's be honest). If a friend has a beautiful wedding, I want to share it with everyone. I will probably break out the glue gun and get all crafty up in this bish. Sometimes I just want to talk about this amazing pair of shoes I found at Target. I am a suburban mom who loves pretty things, and I don't want to be pigeon holed into one specific topic.
My plan is to revamp this blog. Lizzie has progressed as far as she's going to go, and I am coming back as Amy. I am going to give the whole blog a face lift, and I am going to really try to not succumb to the pressure of Pinterest and just do what I love- write about the shit that's going on in my little corner of the world.
I'll see you on the flip side.
Always & Forever,
You guys, I am having a serious identity crisis.
Our little community grew by 4 pounds 10 oz when our neighbor and dear friends Jenny and Greg welcomed their son, Townes Edward into the world. Six months later, Hunter would begin a rivalry that would quickly dissolve.
JEGs was able to sell his 2001 Jetta and purchased a much more reliable 2005 Subaru Legacy
and in the same weekend, Hunter got himself a new set of wheels, too.
and in an epic showdown, we invited some neighborhood friends over for a Pizza-Off to determine the best pizza place in the area. I still say Dante's won.
March was also a rough month because my Uncle committed suicide in a very public manner on St. Patrick's Day. It left me with a lot of unresolved anger towards him, but made me appreciate my family as we gathered around to support my mother and help settle his estate.
We realized around the beginning of the month that we weren't going on vacation this year, so I started taking random days off to use up my PTO. JEGs and I took a random Monday off together and had, what we called, a "Pre-Baby Saturday"-- basically we did all the things that we would have done on a Saturday before Hunter was born. We dropped him off at daycare, and went back to bed. We slept until 10. We grabbed lunch at a local Mexican joint. I sipped margaritas with my quesadillas. We came home and just leisurely laid around the house and were able to have an actual conversation. The weather was unseasonably warm, and it was awesome.
Later in the week we cleaned up the planting beds in the front yard and planted some hostas and impatiences with the help of my neighbor, Amy.
birthday tradition of painting a room to celebrate my 32nd year.
Our little monster turned 20 months old, and was proving to be all boy
A memorial service was held in my uncle's honor and it helped me come to terms with my feelings. Family I haven't seen in years came in to share moments of his life, and help spread his ashes. My cousin Tara (Hunter's godmother) and her boyfriend came to stay with us, and we finally got a picture of the two.
We checked out a local Musikfest, and Hunter experienced his first bus ride. He talked about it for DAYS.
This month I got a double dose of Shannanigans when we were invited to Gabe's birthday party, and then a week later, Kim from NewlyWoodwards came into to town! It was so exciting to finally meet Kim after years of
|Hunter and the birthday boy, Gabe|
|Such a horrendous picture of me.. but these things happen after copious amounts of wine|
JEGs and I also discovered Smallville, and promptly became obsessed. We spent many night with a glass of wine and Tom Welling.
For the special occasion, we threw a Cars themed party for him, complete with outdoor race track and cardboard cars!
Hunter and JEGs share a birthday month, and it has become an unoffical tradition to go pumpkin picking on Justin's birthday. This year we checked out our local farm market and Hunter picked out his own pumpkin.
Hunter's Clark Kent costume was a huge hit on Halloween
|the guest of honor, Cassie, is to my right|
|Hunter spends some quality time with our house guest, McKayla.|
|Hunter and JEGs with the birthday girl and her proud papa|
After the party was over, we popped over to my cousin Tara's apartment to spend the night. We had planned to stay until after lunch, but the weather forecast was calling for a little snow, but it quickly turned into a fair amount of accumulation. As we started out it looked like this
and by the time we were 30 miles from our exit, it looked like this.
Eight hours later, we got home. We were all sick of being around each other.
The weekend before Christmas we hosted a small holiday party for our neighborhood. We ate munchies, sipped on champagne punch and played the most hilarious game Quelf.
The week before Christmas we got to see my cousin Tara again as she came to stay with us. We spend Christmas Eve with my family and Christmas morning my in laws came to our house with gifts and brunch bread. Hunter was excited to receive a circus tent, helicopter and tugboat from Santa, and JEGs spoiled me with a rose gold watch and tickets to see Phantom of the Opera in April. BOO YA!
|if you need him, he'll be in his fortress|
It was raining, and the guy in front of me stopped abruptly to avoid going through a just-turned yellow light. I slammed on my brakes, but it was raining and there was not much I could do; I slid into the back of him. Now my precious Sasha is sitting in our driveway, waiting for the weather to warm up just enough for JEGs to try to fix her.
There is our year in a nutshell. There have been some highs and lows, and I am ready for this year to come to a close. Tonight we are just hanging in the house (I have to be at work at 5:30a tomorrow) but I am really looking forward to 2014-- I've got some goals in mind that I am really hoping to achieve. Basically...
Always & Forever,