This month marks the 6 year anniversary of this blog. It does not seem possible that I’ve kept up with it for this long. I have projects littering the house that I’ve stopped and started. Most notably my laundry room, which I painted purple when I was pregnant with Emme. I intended to stencil stars all over the walls. There are, to date, all of 4 stars.
Pregnancy hormones were not kind to me. First of all, purple? And secondly, stenciled STARS?
In other words, I have an abbreviated attention span. I’ve yet to finish Cailey’s baby book. Haven’t even started Jensen’s.
But yet I have been writing consistently for the last 6 years.
I suppose it is because the blogging? It is my therapy.
When I first sat down to write a post, my Emme was a mere 6, Cailey was 4, and Jensen was 18 months. The fodder was quite different then than it is today. Mostly I suppose because sleep depravation robbed me of good sense, and also because now that my children can read, I have to obtain permission to share their foibles.
Therefore, a lot goes unsaid.
I’ve considered writing an underground blog wherein I can unload at will.
blog fodder children have changed so much in the last 6 years. Emme, who is just a few months shy of 13, now towers over me by about an inch and change. A year ago, I could rest my chin on the top of Cailey’s head. Today she walked up to me and I noticed for the first time that we were eye to eye.
This has not escaped Emme’s notice, as she fears her younger sister will soon overtake her in the height department. Cailey’s feet are already bigger than Emme’s and mine. And I’ve never ever seen legs so long.
I can no longer stifle an I TOLD YOU SO. I warned Emme at the tender age of 2 when she would saunter by her hapless baby sister in her bouncy seat and treat her to a head slap at every opportunity. I warned her then that this particular little sister would no doubt be able to CLEAN HER CLOCK in the years to come. This did little to dissuade Emme from turning her sister into a sling shot when seated in her doorway bouncy seat.
Karma is seldom pleasant.
I’ve warned the sisters not to make an enemy of the baby brother. He will be able to tie the both of them into a pretzel within the next few years. And I will joyously have a front row seat.
I only hope that I’m still blogging so that it can all be captured. Anonymously, of course.
I’ve battled with myself over the last number of months whether or not I really have anything else to say after 6 years. I also know that my time is going to be even more limited because of the demands of homeschooling 3 children, one entering 7th grade.
As it is now, I can’t imagine not having this community and this outlet, so I forge on. Maybe a little less frequently. I just don’t know yet.
Here’s to another 6 years. Which will take us well into the teenage phase. Which will coincide with the menopausal years. WHAT LUCK!
That ought to provide me with a bit more blog fodder. I’m just guessing.