I've been composing blog posts in my head lately. I guess that's better than composing them out loud. Sometimes I wonder if anyone would hear me anyway. After all, with three kids competing for talk-time, it's not like they are listening to me.
I looked back at some cake pictures I took when Marcie was younger, and I was so glad I had documented it. And then I felt sad that I've documented virtually nothing for Tate.
I really do think it gets harder to blog about the kids as they get older. Things are so much more personal because the consequences are bigger. I mean, if you yell at your 18 month old every once in a while, the toddler is (hopefully) not going to remember it. But the 7 and 10 year olds? Yeah. Memories like elephants. Not for the good times, of course. Just the mis-steps. Sigh. I guess the good news is that by the time they are my age, their whole childhoods will mostly be blurs-- and hopefully, with a little luck, what they will remember is an overall positive feeling. That's what I'm aiming for.
So I have some thoughts. And I've begun drafting. And I hope someone is still out there who cares enough to read them because they're coming very soon . . .
Along with pictures.