Remembering Before I Forget

So many times I have started to blog and stopped. Started. Stopped. I've had moments when I really wanted to blog, like when I watched Julie&Julia. You would have thought that movie would make me want to cook, but no, it made me want to blog. And eat butter.

I've also had moments when I was glad I wasn't a blogger or as I like to put it "one of those". Clearly, the wanting to blog moments have won, and here's why: to help me remember. Some days I look around me and cannot believe that I get to live this charmed life. I don't have to set my alarm, I can stay up late if I want to, I can go anywhere I want any time I want (with the exclusion of the sacred time of day called "nap time"), I get to be home with my kids. What a precious, wonderful gift.

Although I don't want to remember every single moment, like the diaper I changed earlier, that would be best forgotten if possible, I do want to remember snippets of time while my kids are small that I can recall later in life and enjoy once again.

I will do my best, but cannot guarantee that you will not find a grammatical error or spelling error, I cannot guarantee that you will be entertained. I can only guarantee that you will hear alot about my kids. Because, basically, they are all that fill up my time in between dreams.