Blog Panic.

I woke up at 4am and have been, quite simply, a wreck since. It's my blog. I've neglected my happy little place that has been - aside from my mother - my most loyal "ear" for hearing all about the daily around here. The worst part? There have been so many "I hope I never forgets" around here over the last six undocumented months...this much I know...but as I watched the clock move, I couldn't for the life of me think of a single one. So I'm up at 5:33 a.m. and I am pledging to dig through my pictures and try to record the bits I do recall. I do this blog for my children and Scott gets it printed and bound each year (I'm published!) and this has been my very favorite year (I say that every year) (and I think that is a good thing)! Sweet Grace and darling Andy, I am going to try my best to fill in the gaps but I want you to know that you two have officially become too much fun. We're so busy filling our days with adventures and activities and laughter that I haven't had time to work on this gift to you! Keep it up. I'll manage.