Well, I sat down with every intention of finishing this post last night (that I started 3 weeks ago) when I realized I had just gotten out of the hot tub with a glass of wine, and then taken a sliver of Ambien. Probably not the best combo to compose coherent sentences.
So I went to bed.
You're welcome.
Some night, most nights, the stars just don't seem to align for me to sit at the computer loading pictures and typing on the blog nearly as much as I'd like. Take tonight, for example. As I write this, some obnoxious type of music is blaring through the computer speaker from a PBSKids.org game Trace was playing 5 hours ago. And I have no idea how to turn it off. I guess I'll have to wake my 6-year-old up to show me how.
See...stars not aligning.
Anyhoo...I read quite a few blogs. I have for years. I just recently added 2 new ones to my weekly rotation. :) I realize these women spend A LOT of time writing, editing, composing, and posting these daily blogs. For some, it is their job. Others, a hobby. They talk about everything from their faith to fashion to family to food. I honestly don't know where they get the time, nor the topics.
I started this itty bitty blog when Trace was 16 months old as a way to remember his childhood. I MAY have 3 readers (2 of which are my mom and grandmother ;0) Needless to say, I'm not doing this for anyone but myself. Since I can't remember the last time I actually developed a picture onto paper, it has become more like an online scrapbook/photo album. One that I pray in 20 years will bring us tears of joy and laughter as we look back and remember our "babies" as babies.
I simply photo dump all the pictures from my phone every once in a blue moon and try, try to remember the circumstances behind them. Most are of no significance. Just everyday life. But I don't want to forget a minute of it.
So, if you're still here...enjoy.
They may or may not have clothes on under those blankets. That's just how we roll.
(Oh look, K put on a shirt!)
Drinking "smoothies" from the Nutribullet. (Sneaking in the spinach amongst all the yummies... just call me Jessica Seinfeld. :)
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Trace hasn't been fooled.
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We had to upgrade our big boy bike to a bigger bike. I'm going to be looking down on this kid in about 5 years. (And I realized at 7:15 a.m. as he was walking out the door for school, that he's outgrown ALL of his pants from last spring. Yes, mother of the year sent him to school in high waters. This is what happens when you leave for the beach for Fall Break and it's 75 degrees outside, and come home to winter. Wasn't there supposed to be a "Fall" in there somewhere???)
I've often said, if you're born a redhead, you're always a redhead at heart. My little fireball has lost the strawberry blonde locks she was born with, but boy is she still FiRe-Y!!! Sisty gave her her first trim and saved all the red baby hair for me. sniff,sniff
She is such a blondie now, but who knows how long that will last!
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Last Wednesday we took the elementary kids from church to Morning Pointe Assisted Living for a back to school party. (told ya this post was old) It was PRECIOUS to see the 2 generations mingle. They played get to know you activities, ate cookies and ice cream and ended the night with a game of Pictionary. Trace had to draw "Math" and they got it. So cute!
Ms. Retta texted me this sweet picture of Keatyn saying the prayer before snacks at school.
"God our Father..." is a stable at our house. Love her!
She can keep the "fire" as long as she keeps the sweet.
Sometimes the simplest moments, mean the most.
1 comments:
I'm still reading too =)
Love reading updates on your growing family.
Claire
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