Honest to Blog

I love this blog.  I really do.  I put a lot of time and effort into it.  Sometimes too much time and effort if you know what I mean.  Sadly, I don’t write half of the things I really, really want to write.  My favorite posts aren’t the photo heavy vacation slides or the clever DIY’s (although I’m proud of those too).  My favorite posts are the ones I’ve written about 20 times in my head, and then sit down and actually write and edit the post another 20 times before finally hitting the publish button.  I love the (my) process of thinking… then writing… then thinking.. then writing.  But I just don’t have time for those posts that often.  And I’ll be honest, I totally look at my stats.  I can’t lie that I get a thrill when I see referring URL’s from another blog (especially them popular, fancy blogs) and I watch my stats skyrocket for a day or two.  Eventually they always come back down though and in the end I have my faithful readers who could care less about my stats.  And I’m grateful for that.  I’ve always tried to be who I am on this blog–which is why it’s all over the place.  It’s part memoir, part journal, part scrapbook, part art/craft log, part complain-y, part gratitude, part sass pot, part serious, part not-serious.  When you add it up, it’s all me.  And that’s all I’ve ever tried to do on here, be me.  

OK, it sounds like I’m getting ready to drop some major bomb or something….I’m not.  

But I did make an important phone call the other day.  An important call that informed me that my oldest daughter starts kindergarten (all day, every day here folks) in less than 4 weeks.  I only have a few weeks left with my big girl before we enter the school-for-the-rest-of-her-life phase and suddenly I find myself wishing to turn back the clock to lazy mornings, park filled days and lovely evenings in that wonderful little garden in the middle of Washington Heights.

My point?  The blogging is going to be sparse, if not non-existent the next few weeks.   The blogger in me probably won’t be able to resist a post here and there, but the mother in me is going to try and forget that I have a blog altogether.  I know you understand.  And I hope you’ll be there when I return.        

Here are some of my favorite photos from our family shoot with the lovely Rachel Thurston.  I love the location and I love how the photos turned out.  However the woman in me is a little bummed I didn’t do some red lipstick (at least half the time) and while I love my dress I’m wondering if I duplicated the cinched-waist-isn’t-doing-me-any-favors mistake I complained about earlier.  Sigh–is it just in our nature to be uber picky about our own appearance?  Regardless, I’m really pleased with the end result and I’d highly recommend Rachel to anyone for any occasion.  

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I love this blog.  I really do.  I put a lot of time and effort into it.  Sometimes too much time and effort if you know what I mean.  Sadly, I don’t write half of the things I really, really want to write.  My favorite posts aren’t the photo heavy vacation slides or the clever DIY’s (although I’m proud of those too).  My favorite posts are the ones I’ve written about 20 times in my head, and then sit down and actually write and edit the post another 20 times before finally hitting the publish button.  I love the (my) process of thinking… then writing… then thinking.. then writing.  But I just don’t have time for those posts that often.  And I’ll be honest, I totally look at my stats.  I can’t lie that I get a thrill when I see referring URL’s from another blog (especially them popular, fancy blogs) and I watch my stats skyrocket for a day or two.  Eventually they always come back down though and in the end I have my faithful readers who could care less about my stats.  And I’m grateful for that.  I’ve always tried to be who I am on this blog–which is why it’s all over the place.  It’s part memoir, part journal, part scrapbook, part art/craft log, part complain-y, part gratitude, part sass pot, part serious, part not-serious.  When you add it up, it’s all me.  And that’s all I’ve ever tried to do on here, be me.  

OK, it sounds like I’m getting ready to drop some major bomb or something….I’m not.  

But I did make an important phone call the other day.  An important call that informed me that my oldest daughter starts kindergarten (all day, every day here folks) in less than 4 weeks.  I only have a few weeks left with my big girl before we enter the school-for-the-rest-of-her-life phase and suddenly I find myself wishing to turn back the clock to lazy mornings, park filled days and lovely evenings in that wonderful little garden in the middle of Washington Heights.

My point?  The blogging is going to be sparse, if not non-existent the next few weeks.   The blogger in me probably won’t be able to resist a post here and there, but the mother in me is going to try and forget that I have a blog altogether.  I know you understand.  And I hope you’ll be there when I return.        

Here are some of my favorite photos from our family shoot with the lovely Rachel Thurston.  I love the location and I love how the photos turned out.  However the woman in me is a little bummed I didn’t do some red lipstick (at least half the time) and while I love my dress I’m wondering if I duplicated the cinched-waist-isn’t-doing-me-any-favors mistake I complained about earlier.  Sigh–is it just in our nature to be uber picky about our own appearance?  Regardless, I’m really pleased with the end result and I’d highly recommend Rachel to anyone for any occasion.