All the notes and links for my million sock projects of the last few years and a rant about the dry, repetitive nature of social media lately. Also the longest list of blogs I followed for blogging geeks.
Kingsley, by Andrea Mowry, was a welcomed break from cabling. I keep saying that, don’t I? I’ve interrupted Aidez a million times with my incessant string of hats. I guess…
This is just a place marker of a post. I came home from the most unhurried, relaxing, camping trip ever to the normal business of life and haven’t uploaded my…
I’m just going to be all over the place with this post. I’ve been laying around, sick with some kind of cold, without a voice, while doing a food/ caffeine…
Bringing back all those crusty junior high band uniform memories.
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I cant think too hard about this topic. I will start to bawl. haha. Being a mom is funny because you sometimes think "oh I cant wait till they're old enough to need me less, then I can do my own thing". But I know I'll cry when that day actually comes.
Aw, dangit,,,Now I'm getting teary eyed.
=)
Sorry to say it, but you will cry. I am mid thirties-ish now and have dreams that they are still babies. When I wake up I feel sad. The first year they were both in school I sort of shuffled around the house, like a ghost, when they were gone. Ha. It's one of the few things in life that I really truly believe I was made to do- be a mom. Luckily you are taking lots of photos now. I didn't for a few important years there and regret it now.