In Which She Attempts to Become a Blogger...

Here's the thing; I suck at blogging.  That's not like a, "Oh, sometimes I skip a day or two" type of sucking. No, we're talking about "Didn't I start a blog about 6 years ago? And how many times did I post? Oh, once." type of sucking. You see, I'm an idea person. Lots of ideas, lots of goals, lots of motivation for like...a day. If you ask my husband about my many unfinished projects, he'd probably laugh, then cry, and then erupt in a fit of rage. Sorry, Babe. Actually, to be fair to him, he is supportive of my many creative outlets. He may even love me a little more for it. Maybe...

Back to the blog. I am going to start blogging again. I am! Really! The other day, I was sitting around thinking of all the little things about Norah and her childhood that I don't want to forget.  Sure, there are pictures on Facebook to look through but I want more than that. I want to remember that one day she randomly said "en garde!" and started to play sword fight with a drumstick. We still have zero clue where she learned that. Maybe she'll be an Olympic fencer. Probably not. I want to remember how when she wakes up in the middle of the night, she will yell, "Mom!!!! Where are you?!" until I go get her and bring her into our bed. I want to remember that she loves to pretend to be a dog and lick our faces! I want to remember it all! I know these moments are both precious and fleeting. I feel like I blinked and my baby is two years old. She's more a kid than a baby now. It's time to start documenting these special days! Wish me luck!