Guys, I miss blogging. Not that I even enjoy writing or have a knack for it and my photography (lack of) skills hardly deserve a guffaw, but still. Probably it's just guilt then. Guilt or this nagging fear that if I don't blog, after the six of us die there will be no evidence that we ever did anything with our lives. Also, someday after all of my children are grown and finally leave me, I fully intend to blurp all of this nonsense (isn't that what it's called?) into indestructible hard-cover novels. I guess that's due to aforementioned fear of obscurity.
Several times I've pulled up blogger and even uploaded some photos. I get stuck about there. With eight plus months of unblogged happenings, the big O settles in (that would be overwhelmment, which is a word), and shortly thereafter we're watching Office reruns again and my heart does a little frowny face.
Here comes my pep talk to myself. All I can say is that Done is Better Than Perfect. I think I'm finally giving up on creating a comprehensive record of our lives here. Um, I actually never did anyway, so what's the big deal? So, sorry you missed out on Ellie 6th birthday party, but you'll get to see her 7th. (Next post!) And maybe I only took one picture on our three-week vacation with beloved family and friends. But look! Here's half of the hedgehogs we made last week. Aren't forest animals the cutest these days?
|Apparently pulling the camera out threw them off so just take my word for it that seven kids hunched over a single popcorn bowl shoveling into their faces at top speed was pretty darn funny.|
|Haha, I really was thorough in my uploading. I didn't weed too many photos out from the past month. These were part of a series of love notes we used to make calendars for the Gramps' and Grans for Christmas.|
|Oh yeah, this was Kjerstin saving Christmas. She wrapped every last ditty under the tree and bought gifts for the kids that they actually wanted. Thanks, Keesaw!|
|Five months later, I decided to start knowing where any of my food was. Here's the "before" of my pantry. I really let the floor get this bad.|
|Much worse than it looks. Nothing is clumped by category and half of the bottles are empty. Okay, not half, but they might as well all have been when I would whisk in there searching for an ingredient in a hurry, often coming up empty handed.|
|Ming helped me reorganize strands of spaghetti.|
|Thirteen months later, Ming decided she doesn't actually loathe being bathed. About time, you redonculous baby head!|
|Charlie not smoooshing the living daylights out of his weak, nearly defenseless little sister/prey? A rare moment of gentleness had to be documented.|
|Oo here we go, back to the pantry. Ta da!|
|Still crammed in there, but I know where every last grain of rice is located now!|
|Okay, riveting photos, I know. Can you tell I was proud?|
Whoo, that was not a succinct blog post. But it's over! Yeah, we did it!