hey, hi, hello.

So I have this thing with amateur bloggers.  I, um...hate them.

OK OK. I don't HATE them. Not even the food bloggers (but ugh, they are just the worst). I just sort of, a little bit think they're generally, sometimes, a touch—pretentious AF? There! I said it! I said it, and you were thinking it, so now we're even, and we can all breathe and move on!

Down to business: the business, that is, of me introducing myself as (gag) yet another novice blogger schlepping her small words into the ether.

I hate it as much as you do.

It's just—you know. I kind of have this story I want to share. And I've had this inner turmoil for months where one moment I'm like: "I need to write a book! A 12-part series! How do you self-publish on Amazon? Can I learn it on YouTube?" And the next moment I'm like: "Oh Lord, someone put me out of my misery, burn my laptop, and permanently erase all memory of WordPress from my brain!"

One thing I can promise: I will never, EVER make you scroll through reams of mediocre musings on springtime just to get to a recipe with quinoa in it. I won't even mention quinoa in this blog.

I can't guarantee I'll hold back entirely on inspirational quotes or pictures of my kid....but I'll rein it in. And they'll only be the best of the best.

Things this blog will most probably involve:

1. tidbits about a toddler covered from the neck-up in a 1-inch layer of Vaseline.
2. details of life as a husband-wife team battling cancer together (romantic).

If you're here, you probably already know that's the gist of things in the Coleman household: Toddlers covered in Vaseline. Back-to-back chemo sessions.

Also, I'll throw in any gifs of Adam Scott I can get my hands on. You're welcome.