Chickie update

The other day Chickie told me she wanted to invite a boy to our house so she could hide from him and pull him into a closet when he walked by. Today she said when she's five she's going to have boys over. I don't know what that's about except that I'm pretty sure it's too mature for a four-year old and I'm pretty sure she saw it on YouTube.

I hate YouTube. 

I love a minute (or 45) to myself. 

It's time to try this blogging thing again.  I mean, how long has it been?  I've been pretty much drowning in four kids for two years.  I still feel like I am just barely recovering from the baby that sent me to the brink.  But that's boring and we don't need to go into that right now. 

I've started trying to chronicle our lives through Instagram (and subsequent Chatbooks) but I fear I'm overloading my "friends" with family pictures no one really cares about. Plus most of my photos are of my two youngest. Is it because I love them more that the other two? Likely. Actually, I realized that they are in the prime story-making time of their young lives.  This is the season of cuteness and I need to record it as effectively as I did for my older two. 

And speaking of my older two... they are in the prime of their formative years, and depending on the day, that can be painful if not exciting.  I guess I'd better figure out how to chronicle their efforts to survive as well.  

But mostly, and I've said it before, the blog is for me and my sanity.  I have felt the pull sporadically in the last four years and I finally feel like I might be able to fulfill the need to record and write.  At this point I am not going to advertise my updates on "social media" like I was, mostly because I need to get back into the swing of things without feeling the pressure to be understood/likable.  Whatever that means.

So here's to round two:  I restarted my blog and it was OK.