Phew! these digits are getting a dust off. My blogging fingers, cobwebs and all, are back at it in hopes of a new outlet. Facebook usurped the need for our family blog as an immediate place to share photos and stories, but I fear it will eventually go the way of the DoDo and MySpace. I would like a more "concrete" (can you say that about a blog on the internet?) vehicle for images, photos, and recipes. I hope you will oblige me, that you will enjoy, and that this isn't one more way to share some narcissism during this "all about me" day in age. I do not flatter myself thinking that you all are dying to know more, but do want this for myself. So. Okay then.
Last year, when Scott took Lucy to her first Daddy Daughter Dance at the age of nine, he shared with me that she was one of the oldest girls at the event, and mentioned that he thought she might not want to go again. The cool factor, you know. This year when Scott shared with Lu that they had a date and she was excited, I think we both breathed a sign of relief, that she wasn't quite there yet. We still have some "parents are really neat" time left. This fluctuates from day to day however. You know, hormones, the angle of the sun, tides of the sea, et. al.
While these dashing two were out, the boys and I had the house to ourselves with limitless things to do. They demanded that we make cookies and have Ramen for dinner (I'm prepping them for college folks). So we did. Trigg's explanation of why it was such a good idea to make cookies was that "Miss do it all" was not there and they'd actually get to help. Honestly, they were the best chocolate chip cookies ever made in this house. Go. Boys. Please disregard the Miralax bottle on the top shelf. That is just for what happens after one has Ramen and cookies for dinner. Ahem.