Off the grid

I went off the grid.  

My Facebook account is gone.  My blog has tumbleweeds bouncing through it.  There is no one good reason for this.  Mostly I just wanted to check out of the social network and check into my life.

Unfortunately, this has left my peeps from distant lands (read: my home state) feeling a bit disconnected.  I do sincerely apologize.  I swear it was not my intention.

Firstly, I am enamored with my kids.  Watching them build a relationship is the most fascinating thing I have ever seen.  Gavin adores Silas, and Silas has grown incredibly fond of Gavin as well.  Silas still has the occasional flare-up of jealousy.  But now it's balanced with the frequent desire to play with Gavin and make him laugh.  

Gavin is Army crawling all over the place, and he's starting to get up on his hands and knees and rock - life is about to get wild.  He sits up without support (i.e. good bye stupid carrier in Target).  He has said "mama" a couple of times, but mostly he sticks to this beautifully dimpled smile and the sweetest "hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" you've ever heard.

Silas is moody, which I've read and talked to enough people about to understand that it's mostly his age and his coming to grips with the past year of his life.  He's currently full of random and voluntary I love you mom's.  These are the weeks I relish.  Next week he may be jumping off the couch onto the dog and throwing things at his brother.  He certainly keeps life interesting. 

A couple of months ago, I added their names to my ever-growing collection of tattoos.  My heart's desire was to tattoo their names on my wrists.  However, I opted for my ribs in an effort to maintain the ability to cover them and be professional-ish.  I'm happy with the way it turned out.

My divorce was final the day after Valentine's Day.  It was a grueling nightmare to get to that day, but it has been completely innocuous since then.  I have met Michael's girlfriend several times.  She's usually around when we do the drop off/pick up thing.  Michael has met my boyfriend.  There was even an occasion where the four of us wound up at a social gathering together.  It didn't go horribly.  This is apparently part of acting like an adult.  It's not too bad.

My boyfriend is still this really great guy, and I'm still incredibly happy to have him in my life. 

I still work at the same place doing the same thing.

I still live at the same place and have the same ridiculous commute.

I think that is about it.  You're all caught up!