Recently, I printed out softcover books of my blog posts over the last nearly 5 years. It has been an interesting and fun journey to read through the story of our lives since I started the ol' blog in February 2006. I am happy to say that my thoughts and experiences both the inane and the life changing are not only virtually recorded but also on a hard copy that my offspring can read and chuckle through someday, just in case this internet thing doesn't last forever. I can only imagine what they will think of their mothers musings when they themselves are in their 30s. It will certainly be a different world.
So this is one of those posts. One about our life, light observations. After all, we do live beyond the heaviness we have felt this last year, and I am not made up entirely of deep thoughts. :)
I've been noticing a lot of stuff/habits around here that started out with high hopes, only to leave me annoyed as of late.
The Shelf.
One of my great ideas to fill the weird space in our living room.
What once looked like this:
Now looks like this:
We moved the monstrosity to the boys room and they could not be more delighted.
It now adorns junk, book, trash, action figures, dust, and the like. It is a showcase of all things Chase and Drew. Really, how do you even begin to organize this treasure trove?
The Pillow.
This being my 6th pregnancy, you would think I've seen and tried it all when it comes to pregnancy products. Not true. A particular pregnancy pillow caught my eye a few months back and I could hardly wait to be uncomfortable while sleeping! The discomfort would allow me the justification I needed to buy this unusual contraption that boasted of back and belly bliss.
I don't love it. Not cushy enough.
The Pacifer.
I have only myself to blame. When Juliet was 4 months old and just about the most content baby old I had ever met, I came across a pacifier. She was fussing in her swing and I thought it might be cute to see if she would enjoy it. The was history.
What was extremely adorable at the time has turned into a rock solid addiction that perhaps I should have broke about a year ago. Oops.
The Dog.
Perhaps this will be a bit of a sensitive subject for her former owners, but I have to let it out.
Exactly who does she think she is? Sitting on her perch like that?
The story of her acquisition reads here. In the 7 months we have had her, she has peed, pooped, destroyed, and annoyed! Here's the thing though-- the kids, specifically Drew and Juliet LOVE her.
And so she remains.
I'm sure there are many more but since there is no where deep or particularly meaningful that I am going with this post, I'll sign off.
I just wanted to pop in a few sillys for the archives, and know that I won't look back at this blog someday and say... It seemed like a good idea... at the time. It has been good.