Getting the itch to write again.

That title just sounds gross. But it is what it IS, people. I've been thinking about coming back to blogging recently, a hobby I abruptly abandoned over a year ago.

I started to blog with the intention of making a book to document our lives together....a keepsake, if you will. I imagined it would be my way of "scrapbooking" for my kids. I tried to do the photos-in-a-book thing, with crafty papers and such, and it just took too long for the overwhelming amount of photos I take. OR, for the amount of photos I was taking AT THE TIME. At this point, my kids could shake hands with Tom Hanks and I'd still be too lazy to get out the good camera.

At some point, blogging turned into something else all together, and as suddenly as it changed, just as suddenly I was turned off by it all. I wanted followers, I wanted readers, I wanted to write something funny and witty and interesting. The truth was (and is), our every day life isn't always funny or interesting, and my filter started to weed out our memories according to what might be "fun to read".

So from here on out I'm going to document our days as such:

DECEMBER 2, 2010:

• 6:32 am: Waking up too early, waking up of sibling and subsequent consequence
• 7:25 am: Breakfast of bacon and eggs, burned the bacon, nailed the eggs
• 7:47 am: Fighting over getting dressed
• 7:53 am: Can't find shoes that fit
• 8:05 am: Lunchboxes put in backpacks
• 8:08 am: Arguing over necessity of coats, outerwear, etc.

...and so on and so forth.

Well, maybe I'll try and spice it up a WEE bit. My kids are hilarious, and I'm in a peaceful place for the first time in many years of unrest. I miss writing about it all.