Please Pass the Ketchup

I know a good many of you are still waiting for pictures of Evelyn. We have been taking them (that is until I broke our camera last week). So they are forthcoming. I've been somewhat MIA since Evelyn was born for several life-changing reasons. Well, for one, Evelyn was born. That by itself would be enough, but we're also in the process of buying a house, and had a wedding in the family. But never fear, as soon as life stops coming at me quite so fast, I'll get this blog updated. In the meantime, my letter to my little brother is a good representation of why I've been MIA for the past two months.

You need to know that Logan is a _big_ fan of Prarie Home Companion. If you are not familiar with the ketchup spot they do every week, it might not make sense, but that's ok because I've had my ketchup today.

Dear Logan,

Have you ever had one of those weeks where you just got back from vacation and you had to start choir back up, but you didn't have music picked out and you didn't even have a pianist, and you're supposed to be singing a musical number the following week but don't have music or a pianist picked out for that yet either, and you have to start packing because you're moving into a house, but you've got an almost two year old who can unpack about as fast as you can pack, and after you've filled your house with boxes and chaos you find out that you're not going to close until a week later than planned, and you have to figure out how to get all the painting done, and your husband is starting to referee soccer games and is gone not only on weeknights but on Saturdays too, and you can't get a hold of a nurse to clarify your thyroid medication prescription which has changed but the reason why is unclear because what the first nurse said doesn't match up with what the test results say, and you're hot and sticky and sweaty because it's a record breaking 93 degrees in September in Oregon which is almost unheard of, and you tell your visiting teachee that you will play the piano at her son's baptism not because you want to or think you'll be good at it but because it's the only thing that she's ever asked you to do ever and you want to be there for her, and you can't leave your baby with anyone for more than three hours because she doesn't take a bottle, and you can't cook anything because it's so stinkin' hot, and you've got some weird ache in your muscles probably because you picked up some weird virus on the plane, and your almost two year old is making a habit out of taking off her diaper at night, but you can't potty train her because you're in the middle of a "transition" and all the books say that's a bad idea, and you just want to break down and cry on Friday afternoon because you're not in control of anything anymore, especially not dinner which is not ready when your husband gets home even though you're starving, but you just didn't have the mental or physical energy to make it?

That's when you have ketchup for dinner.

Because ketchup has natural mellowing agents.

It really does work wonders.

The house is still a chaotic mess, I played the piano terribly at my friend's son's baptism, I was late because Evelyn somehow peed on me even though she had on a diaper and she herself did not get wet in the least, I managed to pick music for both the choir and my musical number, get someone to play for the choir (still working on the musical number), it was cloudy and only 78 degrees today, and we're still not going to move for another week, but somehow it's not quite so overwhelming. I feel good. Ketchup is flowing, like poopy diapers from Evelyn's bum.

Ketchup. For the good times.