...since my last confession... oh wait. I mean blogpost. I'm still trying to figure out what this creature is for anymore. (hey, that rhymes) Facebook has taken "keeping in touch" to a whole new handy level and I have found that I can only be somewhat witty in 200 characters or less (status update heaven!)...
Yet, here sits this blog... I can't seem to bring myself to throw it out completely. The kids are growing, and are more aware of what I share and say to the general public (even if it is tens of people)... I'm not really a bragging type (I am proud of my kids, but don't like to go on and on about what they can do) and if I turn this into a frustration forum, I believe I would wear out my readership fairly quickly (ha! readership! ummm, hello... you haven't posted anything for 4 months...)
Isaiah is 10 now. 10. I just typed two digits in reference to his age. 10. That's huge. And a bit scary.
Huston is crazy. He's a bundle of goofballiness. (Yes, I'm sure that's a word). He's 7.
Avery is 6 now. Seriously? I don't have but one child under the age of 5 now? Impossible.
And Lillie is 3. She still wants me to hold her and snuggle at times - so it's still ok.
There's your update for now. We are alive. I'm still a smart alec (or is it aleck?) and I will attempt to string more than one coherrent thought together more often to put a post up on this blog. But I'm not promising. My brain is toast most of the time.