I’m sort of at a loss for words in this space. On one hand it’s this cute little place to put pictures of my kids and document the various activities we do. It’s a great place for family to come and see pictures but on the other hand it was originally intended to be a place to practice writing. To tell stories. The good and the bad. And not that there’s been much that’s bad. Honestly, I often feel so overwhelmed in blessings that I worry it comes off as bragging or self-righteous. And when I do want to vent or have a frustration, I worry it’s perceived as self-involved and whiny.

But that’s not the point. The point is that now that lots of family and friends come to this little place, I feel a little vulnerable. Not sure what to share, what will be taken the wrong way and misunderstood.

Odd, how you can feel complete freedom when it’s just a few strangers and randomly your husband who checks in here but when you know its lots of people from ‘real life’ it gets a little more complicated.

So while I tread water and figure out just how to make this space work for me, why don’t you look at a few pictures of my kids. Because, seriously, they just get cuter, sweeter, more interesting every. single. day. And that’s not bragging, it’s just the gosh darn truth.

I am LOVING the almost-3-year-old phase. He is funny and smart and has an imagination. He talks our ear off and tells us a million and one stories. He loves to build forts out of any couch cushion or blanket he can get his hands on and he’s a really kind big brother (most of the time).

And Luke, out sweet blondie. He is finally rounding the corner towards walking. My cautious, thoughtful boy; he has to master each step before taking the plunge and really walking. He can walk around the house now, making it from one end of the house to the other without falling, arms stretched out in front of him for balance. He still defaults to crawling much of the time, knowing he can keep up with his brother much more easily that way. He raises his arms to the sky anytime he hears an airplane. He loves to eat. He is becoming a daddy’s boy. He loves trucks and somehow has already mastered the appropriate sound effects that go with them.

Life has slowed down in many ways in the last couple of weeks and while I am willing the sun to stay out and prevent fall from descending on us, the inevitable crisp weather is upon us. Fall is usually busy and full of new routines, and we have some of that, but for us it seems to be a little slower, calmer. It’s lovely.


2 Responses to “Me”

  1. 1 Courtney September 21, 2011 at 7:49 am

    Oh how our boys would have fun together! Ian is loving making forts as well and Arthur is a blondie, too! Unlike his older brown-haired bro. Keep writing–I love your blog!

  2. 2 Bre September 21, 2011 at 10:56 am

    IHow I love you and your boys! I hope to see you guys soon!

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