Plenty of baby. Not much gaming.

When I first set out on this little slice of the blogging cesspool, I had every intention of the bits of prose that would inhabit the pixels of your computer screen would be told as a thirty-something gamer turned full-time stay-at-home dad. It seemed at the time a rather unique and untold manner of making a mark on the greater blogsphere. But, more than a year later, I realize that things here have never been that one dimensional.

You see, life is complex. That revelation may shock and scare some of you, but with the harsh reality of age comes the enlightenment of the truth, no one person is any one thing. I've been wrestling with that even more of late. It seems that the more that I've stayed home with my son the more I realize all of the things that I am. And some of the things I've lost.

The obvious bits need no explanation to any of you that have shared this journey. But, the gaming portion of gamingwithbaby.com has seen a decline. I haven't been sent a title to review in quite some time. The last thing was Professor Layton for the DS, and it's been so long for the Wii that the title of the last game I was sent escapes me. It's not that I expect anything, really I'm still quite shocked that the great folks at Nintendo think highly enough of me that they send me things to peruse.

But the forever paranoid, agoraphobic in me wonders if my neighbors aren't stealing packages off of my doorstep. Just another in the long list of wonders of apartment dwelling I suppose. It honestly wouldn't surprise me if that was the case.

And I'm up to my ears in baby. Butters continues to delight, amaze, and prematurely gray me just as his big sister did (and still does). He still steadfastly refuses to walk. I let go of him to get him to stand and he remains upright for a few brief moments, then gently squats down. Not the sudden "Issac Newton was right about gravity" butt connecting to the floor type fall, but rather the type of gentle graceful squat that one would generally associate with sitting down on the toilet to read the Sunday paper.

No change with Mac. She's still in California, we're still here. She misses us, we miss her. We miss her so much in fact that Butters' newest word is "Sissy." Now tell me that doesn't tug at the heartstrings.

As for Rotormommy, well that deserves much in the way of narrative. Too much for this meager post. Let's just put it this way, as stressful as things are, it's the status quo.

And yours truly is still here. Growing as a photographer and trying to make a couple of bucks at it. It's slow going, and truth be told I suck, but it's there. I'm learning however that my artistic sensibilities often have to bend to the needs of the person with the cash, and that's something I'm not enjoying very much. I think as this little venture continues I'm going to have to do as I did when I sold cars, and just be honest with people. I'm going to have to tell them what I am about, and if that doesn't meet their needs, then I can point them to someone who can.

That in a nutshell, is the happenings. It's a small nutshell, but it'll have to do. As it stands right now I've got about 500 shots to go through from Rotormommy's hockey tournament this weekend, dinner to figure out, and laundry to do.

Oh the joys of being a domestic goddess.