Guilty as charged

I have been accused by more than just a few people of neglecting things lately...email, facebook, this blog, etc. I accept full blame for that, even though I don't like it. Lately, it has been all I can do to complete the tasks of the day without neglecting the people I love the most. I draw the line somewhere, so I guess it is a positive that my family is getting their needs met.

This blog is slowly becoming what my scrapbooking has become...outdated, sporadic and overwhelming to think about. When I think about posting here, I start to think about the events and ideas I have not been able to add and decide the task is too daunting. But I am going to try and be better about that. I don't know who even reads this anymore, but if for nothing else, I want to keep adding things so it's here when my kids want to see it. Just like their scrapbooks. As incomplete as they are, the initial attempt is there...and someday an end result. I miss my monthly Friday night scrapbooking date with friends, which deserves an entire post of it's own. Our family albums have halted somewhere around Paige's first birthday {that would be June 2005} and Nathan's baby book ends around his 7th month {he just turned 4}. And don't get me started on Samantha. Poor kid! I have yet to even think about her album, but must take the plunge at some point lest she have the typical "3rd child" syndrome and feel totally overlooked and unloved by her parents. Then, when those albums are complete I will be going to full digital scrapbooking!

All that to say, I've missed this space. The place I share our journey...good and bad. The place I share pieces of our lives so one day, when the memories seem distant we can look back and feel like we are there again, if even just for a moment. Life passes by us whether we notice or not. My proof for that is realizing I have a little girl who will soon be 7, reading books I remember reading as a kid. {While her brother pays attention ever so intently}

Our little man is 4 now and registered for preschool in the fall. Our first mistake was telling him. He wakes up every morning asking if it's time to go to "cool." And our baby is 8 months old and losing her "baby" status more each day as she gets all around the house and has to be eating if anyone in her presence is eating. I'm trying to decrease the number of times I blink by 10% each day in hopes of enjoying these stages just a bit longer. I love how we mix a bucket of baby toys with pets and super heroes. Somehow it works and they all love to play within inches of one another.

And maybe I enjoy that because I know someday they will be forced to sit in the same room together without complaining. Maybe it's because of the innocence they still posses. I like to think it's mostly because I adore them and the relationships they are creating with one another. Whatever the variety of reasons, I am daily thankful for these little souls we have been blessed to share our lives with. Consider this as being caught up. Now...back to a somewhat more consistent schedule of blogging, I hope!