Hi lovelies. On Fridays, I'm going to try to post something that I don't want to forget. Something my kids did or made, that probably won't make the Official Baby Book or be kept in an organized file, to be unveiled when they turn eighteen. Meanwhile hundreds of crafts and finger paintings and awards and trophies come tumbling out into one gigantic mess. And, predictably, the only thing you'll want to see is your first snippet of hair, which I promptly threw away after your first haircut. Sorry kids, I have no soul. But listen, our house is hardly big enough for us. Add necessities and we're pretty cramped up here at 226. The last thing I want is filing cabinets of drawings. I keep things. Of course I do. But in a house where cake pans end up in trash cans and cell phones are found in play houses, it's hard to keep track of it ALL. I know I am not going to be successful at keeping everything and knowing where it is in fifteen years. If you knew me, you would know that I am just being honest. With myself.
Lest the internet blows up, they can hopefully find most of the things that made me melt or laugh right here. And they'll know, disorganized or not, I still loved every little thing! I totally encourage you to do the same, if you have a blog. Leave a link in the comments if you feel like joining in!
A sign of Fall. Buckeye necklaces for Mama.
Thanks, Reed. And Jason.