Blogging, Not Blogging

Blogging feels awkward these days.

Not blogging feels a bit like abandoning an old friend.

In this season of life it doesn't feel necessary to jot down every cute quip (and that's only partially because they don't say nearly as many cute things). The kiddos (even that is strange - can I still call a 12 and 9 year old kiddos?) are more likely to say "don't put that on your blog!" Rory still likes the attention, but Camden is feeling the need for privacy.

But they also still love to read my words. Not a week goes by that they don't pull out blog books from previous years and pore over the pictures and words. Rory giggles and retells the stories; Camden quietly takes in the tougher subjects.

Here's the truth. I have less to share because life is both busy and unexciting at the same time. I cannot distinguish between what is important to remember and what will be meaningless in 20 years when Camden and Rory are grown with families of their own.

There is also this: the presentation of his back when the camera comes out. 

(hot chocolate and hot tea on a snow day last week)

Another sign Camden and Rory are growing up? They stayed at home all by their lonesome for two full work days this week. I just could not find a babysitter and maybe it was time to flex their independence muscle. Mostly, they were bored despite the very long "to do" list they requested.

I am home all alone this Wednesday for the first time in weeks, and it is blissful. I've popped in my earbuds and have been working my way through favorite podcasts while I clean and straighten. Last week I had the privilege of starting off a work day by sitting in on a Skype call with Singapore and ended the day in a creative planning meeting for the D6 Conference. Last night, we celebrated our team and listened to Robby Gallaty's incredible testimony and challenge. 

Life could definitely be worse.