I love the blogs where the author just writes a little something every day. A few thoughts, a few pictures, nothing fancy. I aspire to be that kind of blogger. Instead I’m the kind who thinks of posts in her head and never writes them, then finally sits down once a month to write and is overwhelmed by so many pictures and thoughts that she just dashes off a few photos for the fam and calls it good.
If I could get up significantly earlier than my children do I think I could pull it off. But once I get up, the dogs come running, and they wake everyone up. (Wretched things.) I could probably also manage this regular blogging thing if I were a night owl, but once the kids go to bed at 8, I’m too exhausted to bother.
So now I sit in a rare moment of silence – Wayne took the girls to swim practice and Ben is out playing – and I have a crazy grab bag of topics in my head. I am still Facebook-free. I have some thoughts about that. I ran a race last Saturday and would like to tell you more about that. (Spoiler alert: it was awesome!) We’ve made a decision for our family that simultaneously makes me happy and stresses me out. (Not a big decision. Don’t get too excited.) We went to the beach, Ben started t-ball, Robyn came to visit…and I’m always thinking I should post more pictures of Ben for his foster mom to see.
Well, I suppose I could just start with the oldest topic. Robyn made her Christmas visit in February. (Don’t worry. I got her a calendar for Christmas.) Actually, she was moving and our house was almost on her way, so she was just consolidating travel. We went to the Mardi Gras parade while she was here.
We got a decent spot along the parade route, with a swell view of this guy:
Robyn caught a moon pie and ate it because she was getting hungry. It was her first moon pie, so I took a picture.
This guy stood next to us and used his net to grab beads from children. I gave him many, many dirty looks which did not seem to faze him at all. Seriously, who does that?
Robyn and I took turns holding Ben, since we were behind several people and he had a hard time seeing the floats.
Obligatory sister picture. (Hey Robyn, are you that much shorter than I am, or were you scrunched down for some reason?)
Aaand that’s all for tonight. Until next time, I shall continue to write posts in my head and procrastinate about writing them.