Is there any good way to start a blog?

I've given it much consideration, and I've come to the conclusion that it's extremely difficult to write the first post of a blog without it sounding extremely awkward. So, instead of giving you an organized and straightforward, but awkward, inaugural post, I'm going to write a stream-of-consciousness-style post that is equally awkward but infinitely easier to write while managing a toddler's constant requests for "more help" and "more hands."

My firstborn. We'll call him Sir Toddler for now.

For months I've toyed with the idea of starting a blog, but I was stuck for the longest time on coming up with a title. Although in college I usually titled my papers after I wrote them, since most bloggers put the title in the url, it seemed an important requirement to begin. I didn't want to use my last name, first to protect the identity of my children, and because I used to be the teacher of middle school and high school aged children who are extraordinarily enthusiastic about Googling their teachers' names. I thought about using something musical, since I am a musician, but that wasn't going to be the focus of my blog and I couldn't come up with anything I liked. I thought about picking something interesting from my lifestyle, but I'm a young woman in a stage where everything is more or less temporary. We have small children, but they're going to grow up. We live in a small apartment, but we don't want to live here forever. We live in New England, but we may someday move.  And that's when I hit my inspiration for a title.

This piece of music is based on a quotation from St. Teresa of Avila, roughly translated, "Let nothing disturb you, let nothing frighten you, all things are passing away: God never changes." It has become my mantra the last two months.

Surviving the worst winter New England has seen since 1995?

Our neighbor's porch after the accumulated snow and ice fell off the roof of our building. In our row of four units, only our porch railing survived.

Surviving that winter with two children under two? The second born having been born the day after the first snowstorm? With the sidewalk connected our front door and the parking lot for our building obliterated by the plows multiple times over the course of the winter? With the newborn nursing around the clock but still requiring several weight checks as well as a third hearing screen? All while caring for an increasingly cabin-feverish toddler in a small apartment? It's all behind us now. And all of this can only get better.

Lady Infant smiles tentatively. Perhaps she senses an April snowstorm. It's happened before.

Or so we hope.