I am embarrassed, ashamed, mortified, distraught
and all other words like unto it.
It has been 7 months since I have blogged...7 whole months.
There is someone to blame.
Her name is instagram, and OBVIOUSLY she is a temptress.
As if I couldn't see her coming from a mile away,
one of my very last blog posts was about her.
I feel sorry for my little bliggity-blog,
but am comforted by the fact that
every single solitary day of my life
is still being documented.
(often more than once each day, I gots it bad...)
Ms. Instagram is not only a temptress but also
habit forming, addicting, familiar, recurrent
and all other words like unto it.
as to not leave out all those many months
and BIG occasions that happened in our little world,
i'm going to do a quick recap.
It's probably not going to be quick,
grab a soda and get comfy.
We were using the pods as storage units
while they were still sitting in the driveway
Once they got picked up,
I felt like we were moving all over again.
Stacks and stacks of boxes
in every nook and cranny of the house
After weeks of pushing said stacks of boxes
from corner of room to corner of room,
I finally got some things workin in the littles' rooms
Then came Peter Cottontail,
Hoppin down the bunny trial
Hippity hoppity Easter's on it's way...
Track season is here,
and I can faintly make out
the sublime musical score of
"Chariots of Fire"
in the distance.
Our oldest baby Dre qualified for the HS State meet.
Forget about raining cats and dogs,
every animal on old Macdonalds farm
was dropping from the ominous skies.
Despite frigid temps, intermittent hail storms, and all those angry falling varmints,
he ran like the wind.
"Me thinks that the moment my legs begin to move,
my thoughts begin to flow."
-Henry David Thoreau
Then there was
The Beehive Bazaar.
It is such a fantastically hip show,
I feel privileged to be a part of it.
Then I chopped my hair.
What was I thinking???
as if someone suddenly pushed the fast forward button,
our oldest baby was graduating.
This month brought balmy days and birthdays.
A ten year old Blythe and a Sibley who turned 12.
The celebratory month of Independence
started with a bang
unlike any other...
A mountainside all ablaze,
that was far too close for comfort.
The fire was soon contained and
we were reminded to be forever grateful
to those who
fight for our safety, our independence and our country.
Our summer was filled with shave ice...
and skating, swimming, and strategies...
and ended with Sundance.
That pesky fast forward button got pressed again
and we were dropping our biggest brother off at college.
The littles were nearly swept away
in a flash flood of family tears.
Daddy almost had to break out the scalpel
in an attempt to surgically remove my death grip.
And i suddenly felt as if this boy
couldn't possibly be my "little man"
who just yesterday
was littering the floor under his highchair with Cheerios
and perfecting his name in purple sharpie
on the living room wall.
But it IS him,
and we will miss him
every minute of everyday.
Our boys started football
and our Blythe went to soccer camp.
just before the CRAZY fully set in,
the countdown was on.
6 DAYS UNTIL SCHOOL STARTS!
Only 6 more days yo...
AND THEN THAT GLORIOUS THING CALLED SCHOOL WAS HERE.
Sibley was the first to go,
as all new 7th graders do.
Today she didn't die
Today she didn't forget her locker combination
Today she didn't get lost
Today her teachers weren't mean
Today no one said her hair was "puffy"
The manic early morning tears were in vain.
Today was a good day.
A day of firsts for our little big girl.
The next day
the rest of the school joined the seventh graders.
Christian had a good talking to
about the responsibilities of being
a kind and helpful
I think he will step up to the job
an hour later
the littles were off...
(new shoes make you run faster you know)
Only having 2 in elementary school is crazy.
My babies are getting old.
Which in turn means
so am I...
a perfect segway into
and my birthday.
And was it ever a birthday!!!
9 scavenger hunt filled hours.
I went from destination to destination,
each time receiving an envelope filled with
witty words and crazy clues
leading me to the next
A different friend awaited my arrival at each spot.
It was beyond delightful.
Got my toes did
Saw "The Words"
Ate lunch at Zupas
Got my nails did
Indulged in some soy chai,
while I indulged in the likes of
Austen, Dickens, and Burnett
(quite possibly my favorite gifts)
Then on to
"an establishment where it takes a keen eye to hit your mark"
TARGET of course!
Met up with my lover
(the mastermind behind this adventure)
for dinner at our favorite place to eat when we were courting.
home to our anxious babies
for cake, ice cream, and kisses.
This man of mine knows me well.
Just another reason why he is
my favorite and my best...
Then I started crafting
and crafting some more,
so that on the first day of
i could fill my neglected little etsy shop
with Halloween goodness.
and thanks to so many of you,
it's nearly sold out.
My heart is full
(and needs a vacation)
are probably in need of a respite
(or at least a quick nap)
for making it to the end of this post.
A post that brought my little blog back to life.
A post that quite possibly only a mother could love.
A post after 7 loong months
and that is cause for celebration.
If you've made it this far,
you've seen a glimpse into our crazy happenings.
want to stick around awhile.
So here's to this blog,
ramblings, grammatical errors, run-on sentences and all.