It happens periodically.
I'm really not sure why.
Maybe, it's because winter is fast approaching.
Cold weather and snow are fine for a month or two, but then I'm ready for some sunshine & humidity.
Maybe, it's just because life gets in the way.
We get busy and blogging is the first thing to go.
Facebook has been another distraction. It was all-encompassing to me for a few months. I think I'm over that, though. This weekend, I deactivated my account. There are many positive aspects to FB. I've connected with a ton of people that I haven't talked to in years. Heck, I've been trying to recruit all my friends... telling them that it's the greatest thing ever. For me, though, I realized that it was getting in the way of face-to-face personal interactions. It was also getting in the way of my personal responsibilities to my family... "wait a second, I've gotta check my FB first".
I think one of the biggest reason for my absence, is due to fear.
I know that writing has never been one of my strengths. One of the reasons that I started this blog, was to help conquer this fear. You know, practice makes perfect.
Fears related to this blog:
I fear that I'm unable to make the mundane sound interesting.
I fear that nobody will want to read what I have to say.
I fear that I'm going to put an apostrophe or comma in the wrong place.
Most of all, I fear that I will sound stupid.
So, what am I going to do about this?
I'm going to plow through.
I'm going to try not to worry about what other people think... at least on my blog.
I'm going to chronical the events in my kiddos' everyday lives (Is that apostrophe in the right place? Is it "life" or "lives"?) That's one of the reasons I started this blog, anyway.
I'm going to write about what I want to write about, when I want to write about it.
I'm going to post tons of pictures that will probably bore the heck out of everyone but me and my family.
I'm going to write how I want to write... with errors and all.
I realize that I have put these pressures on myself. That's usually the way it is with most people, I suppose. I'm feeling a bit empowered, so I'm going to do something about it.
Lots of things have happened around here that I've failed to mention.
1. In August, my parents took my kids and their cousins to KC on the train.
I've always loved going to the train station in my parent's town. There are cobblestone streets, gorgeous old buildings, beautiful gardens... a photographer's dream. The anticipation of the train is always a highlight... or it was until we had to wait 2 hours for one. We weren't waiting alone, either. We were waiting alongside several who were just being released from prison, as well as prison guards who were making sure that their charges were getting the heck out of dodge.
I don't mean to sound prejudice against felons who've served their time. It's just that it's a little unnerving putting 6 kids on a train with two grandparents and a number of newly released parolees. It just is.
2. Griffin learned to ride a bike. I know, I know... he's 9 years old, and just learning to ride a bike. You have to understand that my kids have brittle bones. Just look at what Griff did stepping off the bottom of the slide at a neighbor's house at age 4.
The kids have had 6 broken bones among them due to sports or playground equipment. Can you really blame me for not actively pursuing the bike thing?
Anyway, my dad offered to buy him a bicycle and teach him how to ride. At age 9, I felt like I could no longer shelter him from this. It only took the weekend for him to learn. He's a total addict now. He loves his bike!!
3. Griffin decided that he wanted to play fall ball. Since the girls were busy with soccer, we felt that it was only fair to let Griffin
pursue this endeavor. He got nailed in the leg by a pitch during one of the first games. It left a huge bruise on his thigh and it affected his hitting. He jumped away from pitches the rest of the season.
I've told you before how Griffin is not a runner. In fact, I made his doctor watch him run down the hall (the reason unbeknownst to him, of course) at his well-check visit, to make sure he was normal.
During his games, if the pitcher walked him, we would hear the coach yelling at him to hustle. HH and I would look at each other and laugh... because we knew that Griff was moving as fast as he could move.
That really sucks for a little boy who's 12 year old sister ran the mile at school in 6 min. 30 sec..