A few years ago, I had my blog printed and bound into a book. Usually the book just sits unopened on a side table with a few other photo books, but occasionally, Claire will pick up the blog book and peruse it. She will read her favorite parts aloud and will get so tickled as she exclaims, "Mom! Did I really want to be spiderman for Halloween?". And then I will get a little sad because I don't remember so I will say, "Well, if I wrote it, it must be true".
As the girls get older, life is getting crazier and more hectic by the minute. There are so many small moments that I want to remember and I know if I don't document them here, they will be gone forever. So, this is me, attempting to revive my blog habit. Again. For, like, the third or fourth time.
When I first started blogging, my girls looked like this:
And I blinked and now they look like this:
And I don't know how that happened.
Last weekend, I watched my baby niece graduate high school. I kept saying over and over "I can't believe she is graduating," to which Claire kept saying "Why do you keep SAYING that?". But I just really couldn't get my mind around it. Especially when I realized that in nine more years, I would be saying the same thing about Claire. And then two years later, Arden. And three years after that, Amelia.
When those days come, I want to remember how we got there. So, blogging it is.
And I blinked and now they look like this:
And I don't know how that happened.
Last weekend, I watched my baby niece graduate high school. I kept saying over and over "I can't believe she is graduating," to which Claire kept saying "Why do you keep SAYING that?". But I just really couldn't get my mind around it. Especially when I realized that in nine more years, I would be saying the same thing about Claire. And then two years later, Arden. And three years after that, Amelia.
When those days come, I want to remember how we got there. So, blogging it is.
