Especially when you’re as sick of boxes as I am.

Because the boxes are multiplying, you see.

And that’s not even half of them, my friends.

That’s not even half.

So wouldn’t you like to see some pictures?

Okay!

Here’s Alex with two of his cousins at my mama’s house on Thanksgiving Day.

And here he is with a plate of food that seems to be giving him pause.

“Sweet potatoes? OH NO MA’AM. I will not be eating ANY of that. Ever. Unless you tell me that it’s pumpkin. And then I will finish off a portion in 2.5 seconds.”

“The stash of old toys in the basement? It’s like Christmas! And I will be pulling out every. single. one. so that I can make a large pile right in Daddy’s path!”

But even if the stash-o-toys wasn’t in the most convenient location, they provided two and one half hours of uninterrupted entertainment. Which means that they are now the equivalent of gold in my humble opinion.

Oh, and by the way: I’ll be expecting all of you around 5:00 this afternoon to help with the boxes.

It’ll be fun.

Kinda.

Okay. It won’t be fun at all.

But I’ll buy pizza!

And I don’t want to tempt you beyond reason or anything - and certainly I can’t make any promises - but Alex might even let you play with the stash of toys.

It is tempting, isn’t it?

No?

Well, I tried.

And I guess it’s time for me get back to all the “not fun” that we’re having around here today.

Good times.

Lots-o-boxes. Stash-o-toys.

Good times.

As a general rule, I’m an all-or-nothing sort of girl. I’ve mentioned before that I have a hard time living in the happy medium, and I think that’s one reason why I’m kind of shocked that I’ve actually stuck with blogging for a whole year - and that I’ve found a way to make it a part of my life without letting it take over my life.

Who knew?

I certainly have had my moments of pure obsession - moments where I could hardly break away from the computer long enough to go to the bathroom, moments where I sat down “just to check on the blog” and then finished what I was doing an hour or so later, realizing that Alex had watched not one, not two, but THREE shows in a row on Noggin, and in those moments I shook my head, chastised myself, and then found solace in the fact that at least Noggin doesn’t show commercials.

(You wanna go toe-to-toe with me in the Mother Of The Year competition? I think it’s pretty clear that I’ve got a lock on the title.)

But in the last six months or so, I think my blogging habits have leveled out a little bit. I’ve tried to find a middle ground.

And do you know what? It’s been good.

So in keeping with my realization that I don’t want to be so busy writing about my life that I forget to live it, I’m going to mark the one year anniversary of BooMama by taking a bit of a bloggy break. We’re moving in just a few days, and there are lots of things that I need to take care of here on the homefront. I’m sure y’all have realized that I lead a Terribly Glamorous Life, and as proof of that I am going to dedicate a couple of days to cleaning out our laundry room, packing up our basement and hauling boxes to the new place.

Be sure to look for coverage in next week’s People magazine!

Now I believe that it’s in the Blog Bylaws that you have to list some of your most memorable posts after a year of blogging (and by “Blog Bylaws,” what I really mean is “Shannon said it”). So here’s a little something to keep you busy while I’m gone:

• If It Weren’t My Life, I Wouldn’t Believe It, Either
• Throwing All Grocery-Esque Caution To The Wind
• What A Lovely Observation From A Stranger
• Proof That Skinny Isn’t Always A Good Thing
• I Shoot, I Score
• The Unexpected
• I’m Posting This, Running From The Computer, And Never Looking Back
• Idle Thoughts On A No-Idol Tuesday
• How’d They Get So Smart?
• Mama And The Fish Camp (It’s old, I know. But I have to include it. I just have to.)

Thanks, y’all, for everything.

It’s been a mighty good year.

And I’m more grateful than I can say.

See you in a few days.

Last weekend when Heather offered to do a re-design on my blog, I mentioned to her in an email that I’d actually purchased a domain name several months ago, but I hadn’t done anything with it because, well, I didn’t know what to do.

And I am not kidding y’all: within about thirty minutes, Heather had switched me to WordPress, arranged for web hosting, and started the re-design so that I could have it all ready for my one-year blogiversary.

Which just happens to be tomorrow.

(I am pausing so that you can sing, “Happy Blogiversary, Baby - I got chu on my mi-ind.”)

(And don’t kid yourselves. Saying “chu” is very critical to the meaning of the song. “You” simply will not do.)

Anyhoo.

I’ve spent a large portion of this afternoon (thanks to Alex, who is currently in the middle of the Longest Nap Of His Life) trying to find my way around WordPress, trying to figure out how to make links, and trying not to go into a Twitching Fit because oh have mercy there are features that I don’t understand or know how to use.

In the meantime, while I’m trying to keep the twitching at bay, there is one pesky bit-o-business for those of you who subscribe to BM: The Blawg. You’ll need to update the feed to your subscription - which you can do by clicking the little button in the left sidebar if you use Bloglines, or you can update however you normally would if you use another feed reader. But after this post I won’t be updating the Blogger blog anymore (cue: single tear rolling down my cheek), and oh, I would hate for us to lose touch since we’ve become So Close in these last few months and all.

I mean, I know that I’m like, moving or, like, whatever, but we’ll, like, totally stay in touch.

‘Kay?

Best Friends Forever!

See y’all soon.