Ah, the first post on a new blog. It is always a daunting task to stare at that blank square as it waits for you to type your words of wisdom to share with the world. How will you introduce yourself to the 25 friends and family members that might read this once you publish it repeatedly on your Facebook page desperately hoping to become the next big blogger-turned-author-turned-social-media-personality.
This is not my first rodeo; I have blogged before and I am still part of a collaborative site that I will share with you eventually (that one is undergoing a relaunch as well). But I wanted to jump back into this online world because I have fun things to share with you, from books and food to wine and funny kid stories.
My idea for this blog title came from a question that I have often asked myself for the past 6.5 years, which is why does parenthood not require some kind of permit test? How in the world did they let me just walk out of a hospital one day with this delicate new baby without some kind of instruction manual? Parenthood is crazy, fun, stressful, wonderful, miserable, exciting, torture, and full of surprises. I will share my lack of parenting knowledge with you, and then we can move on and talk about wine and food and the things we do outside of our role as parents that help keep us from going over the edge.