I’m back to feeling like I don’t really have much to say and so why should I come here and tell you guys unimportant details about my life, so I’m not so inspired to stop in. But now that I’m here, I can think of 429 things I want to share with you, so, being a democratic blog, I’ll let you all decide:
Do you want me to tell you about the photography workshop I’m attending in two weeks? (details will be limited because that’s just the way I am but still…I am dying that it’s almost here.)
Do you want to hear how my 8 year old daughter hurt my feelings last night and how last week she said “sex” and this morning she said “bitch” and how scared out of my mind I am to be raising a daughter? (which will undoubtedly turn into a post begging parents to either A. watch their language around their children or B. if you must use these words in front of your children, please stress to them that these are words only adults use…)
Should I tell you how I gave Anna and Noah Rice Krispies today, for their first time and I was like “listen! SNAP! CRACKLE! POP! ooooh” and they were like “yeah but it still tastes like sand.” And I realized what a simple child I was.
Would you rather hear about how my husband spoiled me on my birthday shopping trip on Saturday and see my goodies from Anthro?
or would you prefer I shut my mouth and show you some newborn photos from my session on Monday?