Packed

Kids say the darndest things, don't they?

Erin didn't used to be a picky eater. She used to love meat and scrambled eggs. Now the only meat she will eat is a hamburger patty or ground beef in her dad's cowboy goulash. I think it's a texture thing. There are some things she loves, however. Grilled cheese sandwiches are her favorite - not the kind mom makes, but the ones on white bread that you get when you go out to eat.

One night we went out to dinner. I can't remember where, but it must of been somewhere where Erin was able to order a grilled cheese. She was hungry and ate a lot. Unable to finish what was on her plate, she looked at us and said, "I can't eat anything else, I'm packed." Stuffed - Packed they mean the same thing, right?

Can I bring the blog back to life?

Well, I didn't go two months without posting, but it's close. I got so wrapped up in my digital scrapbooking that blogging took the back seat for awhile. I did over 60 digital pages in less than one month. Yes, I was a bit obsessed. :)

Blogging is so much easier to do than physically writing in my journal, but I'm still having a hard time making time. When I talk to my mom on the phone and I tell her something funny that one of the kids said, she will usually say, "I hope you're writing these things down." My mom has kept a journal ever since I can remember and she has captured memories that would have been long forgotten. I definitely need to be better. So if my posts start to seem ordinary or mundane it's my way of keeping my blog alive with consistency even if what I'm writing about isn't something fabulous.

Here's to many more posts - I hope (fingers crossed).