There was a trending topic on twitter the other night, something like #2011in3words, and I briefly pondered using the hashtag and summarizing my own year in a few words. And then I realized it was totally impossible because just way, way too much stuff happened this year. We managed to cram a lot in.

In January, I had 16 days to myself when the rest of the family went to the UK. That was good. Next month, I’m not getting out of the trip, kind of unfortunately.

In February, my paternal grandmother died. I’m really going to feel her absence when I’m in England. We also had a lot going on as interest in our house that was for sale heated up.

In March, we went to Cuba. That was good. Except for the part where I couldn’t drink any mojitos. But I didn’t tell you that at the time.

By April, we had sold our house (a pretty damn big deal), we mommed the vote (a big deal in a different way), and there was that little Royal Wedding for which I threw a big party at work. Fun!

In May we bought our new house and I shared the news that baby number 3 was on the way. It’s still sort of shocking that we decided consciously to do that. Have another kid, I mean. Not that we decided to share the news. Seriously – buying and selling houses and having another bab?! This year was epic.

In June I was so boggled by that epicness that I only wrote one post.

In July, school was over, the summer started, I turned 34, and we had to pack up all our earthly belongings and move house. Oh, that was traumatic.

In August, I attempted to unpack and set up house while the family went to England again. We found a nanny after I spent a couple of weeks just hanging out with the kids before school started.

The month of September started off with a big family party in Ottawa for my maternal grandmother’s 90th birthday. And then school started so the boys really began to get integrated into our new neighbourhood.

The baby was due at the end of October, but he didn’t turn up. I spent the month writing a lot of sponsored posts!

Instead, Charlie arrived in November. Callum turned 4. I spent most of the month recovering from both events.

This last month, December, has been fairly quiet, both on the blog and in real life.  Well, we deserve it after that year, right? Quie, that is, barring both Christmas day, and today, Oliver’s 6th birthday (more on that later).

My wishes for 2012? Less epicness. No babies and house moves, as great as those decisions were. More quiet. Or at least relative calm. I’ll be spending most of it trying to figure out how to parent 3 kids full time before I go back to work in the last third.

2011 wasn’t the greatest year in terms of this blog – I did have a few things going on that took me away from this space. Although I don’t really do resolutions, this blog is important to me, and I pledge to find the time to write more regularly. Thank you for reading, whether that’s regularly, or you just happened to click randomly.

Hope your 2011 was good. Hope your 2012 is great.

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