It's becoming more and more difficult to keep this blog updated. Our lives are busy. Yes. But I also struggle with what to share in a permanent space as the boys get older. They are one day going to be able to search for this blog. They will see what I have shared with the world. I'm okay with that. I want them to know their "story" as it is a great one. But it also gets ... tricky. Imagine going back as an adult and reading stories of your early childhood. That could be cause for a bit of an embarrassment. But on the other hand I love to go back and remember certain moments and more importantly to have important moments I know I will soon forget actually etched in a permanent location. And this blog forces me to do just that. So I feel like I am limbo. I will let you all in on a little secret though. I have been writing some blog entries that have not been published. Actually a lot of blog entries. I will publish them. They will be worth the wait. But just not at this moment. So I guess I don't want my readers to leave permanently. There will be more stories to tell in the future. But we just are not ready to tell those stories. I hope someday soon we can tell those stories. In the meantime ... I think this blog will remain silent for a bit. It's funny though because I often find myself coming to the blog to read stories of only a few years ago. These are the stories that make my heart happy. The stories that make our journey to the boys so very worth it. So I'm glad it exists.
So I will leave you with this .... a story of our .... THREENAGERs (I swear it's a real thing).
Our house is in a permanent state of negotiation. All day. Every day. Yesterday, at 7am, Alex found himself in timeout. Again. My precious, adorable, angelic son looks up at me and goes "Mama. If you put me in timeout again I will slap your butt." Sigh. I'm doing a great job parenting! And also the phrase, "I say YES!" in response to an adamant "NO!" is popular this days. I think someone needs to reevaluate the term "Terrible Twos" because our 2-year old twins were equivalent to a trip to the beach and now with our 3-year old twins we are on a very long trip to the garbage dump!!! But we love them like crazy. It is a good thing they are cute.
So don't go too far. I will be back. But with new stories to share.
Mary
