No, it won't be covering the past 4 months of our lives that I haven't blogged about yet.
It will be covering some feelings I've had over the past few weeks that reached a monumental peak last night as our family sat down and watched old home movies together. Might I suggest that if you're trying to be okay with the fact that your kids are getting bigger and growing up faster than a speeding bullet this is NOT the thing to do. If you don't want to get weepy, have your ovaries hurt, and beg your husband to reverse a certain procedure, again, this is NOT the thing to do.
However, if you do want to be reminded that this time with your children (disrespectful, stinky attitudes and all) is fleeting, a blip, and that you need to slow down and enjoy this time with them, than by all means pull out the old movies. Just like I did when once again I was reminded that someday...
I'm gonna miss...
...hopping around on one foot because the other was destroyed by tiny play things (notice the crumbs too).
...pen scribbles on the walls.
...piles upon piles of folded (but mostly unfolded) laundry.
...shoes, shoes everywhere.
...potty training, potty dribbles, potty puddles, potty step-stools.
...works of art.
...pretties, purses, play clothes.
...sleeping babes.
...tape.
...the view.
...what's left from trying to fill the hollow legs of my children.
...Star Wars.
...the homework, no! But the boy((s) and girl) behind the homework...a heart aching yes.So if you see me a little less around these parts (but hopefully more often than every 4 months) it's only because I'm off enjoying those
Posts
