Lately I've felt a strong aversion to blogging. I hear there's a giant online party over in instagram land. I feel as though I was one of the last to know about it (story of my life). Not only that, but while the world, my husband included, runs on smart phones; I'm too cheap to give up my dumb phone and have a fear of further neglecting my children if I'm allowed to carry the internet in my pocket; so it doesn't seem like I'll be joining the fun anytime soon. That is not a slam on the women who do, I just know my weaknesses. Go ahead and sound the 'loser' alarm.
In my defense, I'm pretty good with text messaging.
Realizing what's going on, even though I'm not apart of it, it clicked in my slow processing brain that this is where many of my blogging friends went. For awhile I was comparing my blog, and myself, to the girl at school who hasn't realized yet that she needs to wear deodorant.
I sing my children's praises loudly. This can easily annoy and put-off people. I understand that. However, I view my blog as a giant love letter to my family where we can go back and play the "remember when" game and/or compare who baby Forrest looks like this week.
You see, it's sad how little Eliza and Henry remember from their earlier years. I quiz them about our life in South Carolina, as an example, and am disheartened to see that many of those memories have been lost. They are stuck in my brain, on this blog and that's all. Andrew, bless his heart, can't remember what he had for dinner last night. Heaven forbid something happens to their cheesy, overly-sentimental Mom, but if it did I would hope that they'd be grateful for my efforts in continuing to blog the week to week details of their childhood. I have four kids. Odds are at least one of them will inherit my love language (dear spouse please read: WORDS OF AFFIRMATION) and appreciate this. As for the others who are easily embarrassed by all the detail their Mother spewed out for the entire world to see... well, let's just say they can look to their Dad for ways of coping.
Although I feel like I'm kind of dancing by myself here in blog land, that is not the reason why I have felt an aversion to being here.
Last week was great. As a family we went to the waterslide park for a Scouting activity that Andrew was in charge of. The kids ate monster sized ice cream cones while they waited for their turn to ride on their Dad's lap down the waterslides. One photo captured Lottie with a healthy smattering of chocolate ice cream on her angelic face. Later that week, I took our camera with us as we walked to school. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to photograph Lottie, who had grabbed herself a backpack, trailing along with her siblings. Henry got new glasses, another milestone in an already emotional fueled week. Our camera was there to capture his first day with his new specs. And then on Saturday night we set up a movie in our backyard. Neighbors and cousins filled our lawn with blankets, ate popcorn and watched, "The Zookeeper." Andrew set up white Christmas lights in the playhouse which added to an already picturesque 'summer has not ended completely' scene. And then my camera malfunctioned deleting each photo and corrupting the files in the process. I don't even know who or what to blame as I didn't do anything out of the ordinary when I went to upload them.
I was sad. Andrew tried his darnedest to recover them but to no avail. So here I am left to blog without pictures to highlight the happiness of that week. Blogs filled with words and void of photos is something my spouse really dislikes. Oh well. Life continues to roll on and so will my blog. Real quick, I just wanted to say to my friends who are still on the blogging wagon, it's good to have you! I very much enjoy reading up on your lives. You lift me up, make me laugh and reassure me that motherhood and growing up is a process of becoming. Wow. I feel like I'm narrating a PBS commercial. On that note, goodnight.