The thing is I have had plenty of friends that have had blogs and abandoned them. Basically they just stopped writing, never intentionally, but stopped just the same. I think it speaks volumes that I wrote out a whole explanatory post about why I might stop writing. Who am I kidding? I can’t stop. It is just the way I process life. An oddity in this is that I would really like to be a journaler and have attempted several times to do so. I have a whole drawer full of half-filled (sometimes less than that) journals. It wasn’t until I started blogging, however, that I finally stuck with it. I think there are many reasons for this. Convenience being one (as I write this from my iPhone while simultaneously watching over my playing kiddos with a load of laundry going). The ability to intersperse text and pictures easily is also key. At another phase in my life I plopped down a ridiculous amount of money on scrapbooks and scrapbooking supplies that mostly never got used. This blog is my journal, my free therapy session, my scrapbook, my photo album, my recipe book, my testament, and my record of my life and the life of my little family, for better or worse.
So, for posterity’s sake and the sake of all the other reasons I just mentioned, this is what we’ve been up to in the little over a week since my last post.
Lots of dress up:
Lots of reading:
A trip to the new doctor:
A trip to Disneyland:
Crafting with sister:
The dictator, being a dictator and demanding “Mao!” (more) and “mines!” (mine):
A trip to the circus courtesy of my dad:
Lots of raspberries, it’s Sparrow’s love language:
More proof I should have been born in the 1800s: