Ahem.

Well. Some introductions to begin, I suppose. All the David Copperfield (Dickens, not the magician) cr*p, as our friend Holden Caulfield would say. He was rather profane. Just a shield. There, see, already I digress into literary commentary. Remembrance of things past. I don't read much these days. Books for grownups, that is. I read (aloud) Mother Goose, Elmo's First Babysitter, Caps for Sale, and, this week's obsession, The Tale of Peter Rabbit. (I skip the part about Peter's mother being a widow because his father ended up in Mrs. McGregor's pie.) I am a wife and mother. Wife of one, mother of two. Harper is two and a quarter, Hudson is seven months. Apparently, "mommy blogs" are quite the thing these days, making up a considerable majority of the blogosphere. I read an article about it. I think political blogs run a distant second. Maybe I'll write about politics too. I like this Mike Huckabee fellow from (wince) Arkansas. I don't know much about him except that I read in an article that he used to be pretty fat and now he's thin. He went on a diet and exercised. Probably good preparation for the Oval Office. My husband set this blog up for me because he is 5 years my junior and, therefore, exponentially more tech-savvy than I. I am a Luddite. I'm not sure EXACTLY who Ludd was, but I know that Luddites eschew technology, or maybe are afraid of it, or maybe feel superior to it. I've only seen it used in context--in New York Times articles. You see a pattern emerging--I read articles. Lots of them. I read World magazine cover to cover each week. The Houston Chronicle each Sunday. First Things when I'm needing something a bit more strenuous. I used to read lots of books. Now I take naps and read articles. And blogs. That's enough for a first post.