It's been neglected and at times forgotten. Every time I sit to write something I hear a, "Mom! Can I blah, blah, blah?" Or I hear Charlie crying and have to rush downstairs to make sure he's OK. Or there's the call to go to the pool, not to mention the gymnastics-3x a week- for my middle child and having to get crickets to feed the darn gecko.
It's never going to end. IT'S NEVER GOING TO END, I tell you.
We did a bit of this last night:
He scared the crap out of me and I was sure he was going to either set himself on fire or poke his eyes out. Sparklers are only good in theory. Note to self: Don't ever buy these again until the boy is old enough to drive.
But there is good news. I'm hosting Write.Click. Scrapbook this week. We're talking about getting fast summer pages done over there.
You just gotta go to see what we're talking about.