Boring Can Be Fun

The spirit moved me and lo! I wrote a year-end recap! Hey y'all. I figured since I abandoned you this year, I could at least give you a little rundown on what I got up to while I was off gallivanting without you. March: Baby #2 arrived on the scene. December: Christmas! That's about all I remember. And sadly, I have basically no blogging history to help back up my pathetic excuse for a memory.  Instead, I'll just show you how the year started and ended.  From this... To this... I can hardly stand it and barely believe it. And those second pictures pretty accurately describe our children. Zoe is happy (and happiest when trying to eat leaves) and Sutton is sassy and frankly, she is just not having any of it. And we love them both like crazy. Now that this is done, we'll revert back to back-of-the-head pictures of my tiny nuggets, okay? Okay. I hope your New Year's Eve is filled with just enough bubbly to make it fun, but...

On a scale of "Sorry, who are you again?" to "OMG IT'S YOU IT'S YOU CAN WE TAKE A PICTURE TOGETHER!?!?" I'd say the reception to my last post was about a "Oh, um, yes, sorry, I've forgotten your name, so embarrassing... But hello, how are you?" Translation: you've been dying without me, haven't you? Aw, shucks, y'all! But I did get three--count 'em, 3!--facebook comments on my last post (one of which was from my sister who loves me) and at least 10 likes, which I take as a sign from the universe that writing is my future. It will support our family because you want to know what I have to say. You really do. Gosh, you're embarrassing me! Stop it!  ...Oh, go on. With that obvious sarcasm out of the way, I can now discuss something that will divide a nation worse than the most recent presidential election. WHY WE AREN'T TELLING OUR KIDS SANTA IS REAL Alternate title: HO, HO, NO! But first the obligator...

You spotted a new post and had two thoughts: 1) For realz? 2) NOICE.  I know, right? You thought I'd given up on this thing. I thought so, too, actually. Not in a purposeful, final, "I'm done!" kind of way. More in a gradual, "I haven't felt compelled to write anything, maybe I'll let it drift in to nothingness" kind of way, but without all the emo feelings that the phrase "drift into nothingness" can evoke. And then BOOM BABY! I stroll over here on a whim like, why not post something once every year? I can do it if I want. My whims got swagga. That's why they "stroll on over here" instead of "decide to click on the link in my bookmarks and see when was the last time I wrote something on the blog." Also, fewer words. Speaking of the last time I posted, let's have a quick little break-down of my blogging pursuits in 2016: The last time I posted was in July.  The last time I posted something good was...