So I wanted to post everyday in June. I saw two friends who did it and both of them at the end was, “I need a break!” So what’s wrong with me? I loved it. I truly enjoyed talking about my daily activities and to post about them. I loved Ellwood. I thought after I promised myself that I would post daily in June that I had business out of state. 2 birthdays. Quarter end for my husband. Which means he was working close to 80 hours a week this month.
Some of my favorite posts were Ellwood, but I have to tell you, the best part of this month was when the cake I made for Lily’s birthday party made it on cake wrecks. I’m also really grateful that Lauren wants a cake from Dairy Queen. I’m saved from another cake wreck!
I’m also really glad that I wrote about Amy Lynne. I relive that day a lot so I won’t forget about her last day on this earth. Writing about it now makes it so I don’t feel like I have to remember
Every. Single. Detail.
I thought that working full time would make it so I didn’t have time to blog. I love Windows Live Writer. I could make posts days in advance and know that it would post. It’s a life saver.
I learned that I love to blog. I remember starting blogging and loving it and then running out of steam. One post a month. It was a chore. You know what though? I’ve learned to post for me. If I enjoy what I’m writing about, I frankly don’t care what other people think. Of course, I would never say anything about my family that would upset them. They count. I don’t have a private blog because I’m OK with others reading it. I have to tell you.
Sometimes, I wonder who YOU are. You know what though? I’ve been THAT person. The LURKER. Never the troll though. I mean really, you wanna bitch? Complain? Is your life so miserable that you can’t keep nasty comments to yourself?
My blog’s not private, but I did click the option in blogger to not be able to search for my blog. I mean, there are some people that I don’t really want them to find it.
I’ve decided that I want to blog more regularly. Lauren looked over my shoulder as I was writing this and was upset that I’m not going to blog everyday now. No, not everyday, but I’ll blog a lot more than I have. I want to be able to make this into a book, which by the way, I’ve heard rumors that you can do that. I would love for Lily to see this. I mean, I’ve been doing it for almost her whole life.
My biggest regret? That I wasn’t doing it when Amy Lynne was in the hospital. I regret not writing daily about her. I regret not having any good pictures of her and me together. Too many regrets. As soon as I was able, I got pictures of Lily and me when she was in the hospital.
Speaking of Lily, she had her well child check up yesterday. She is in the 72% for height. 90% for weight. 50% for her head. She is just right on target. Oh, and that’s if she was born at 40 weeks too. My Doctor, who by the way is the best doctor in the world… was looking at her eyes. I told her that we’ve already taken her to the eye doctor. She asked me if Lily had ROP. I told her no. She looked at me and I quote: “Of course Lily didn’t have ROP, she had no problems at all, you could probably give her a pound of mercury and she’d be just fine!” haha. She did tell me she was joking. That’s Lily for you. She’s stubborn, does things her way and speaks very well. You can totally understand her. When she wants to talk that is. She is silent around strangers. Oh, and when she’s in nursery at church. She refuses to talk then, too.
OK, so I guess the whole point of this last post was… there are more to come. I’ve enjoyed posting.
Instead of my question of the day, I’d like to give you all some advice of the day. (please don’t gag, I’m serious here.) Thinking about Amy Lynne always makes me think in eternal perspective. My advice to you is this: Take pictures with your family. Take the time to let your partner know how much you appreciate them. Take the extra time to read to your children. You never know if they’ll be here tomorrow. Enjoy your days to the fullest. Think of the positives. Let the negatives roll off your shoulders. Love your family.