Dear Audrey,
You would think that, with my journalism degree and my enjoyment of writing, that I could come up with a better update for 14 months than that mess I posted last night. I know precisely what the problem is. I end up blogging late at night. Late at night after a day spent chasing you and negotiating with your brother. Now, I love being at home with you guys. I do not want to go back to work. But you are exhausting. So then I think "oh my hell NOW I have to blog" and I just want to do bullet points.
This is the blog's fault, not yours, as I think we discovered during the ill-fated nablopomo, so I wanted to try again. You DO do everything I mentioned yesterday, of course.
But I also want to remember how when I tell you it's time to brush your teeth, you walk into the bathroom and say 'ahhhh.' And then I get the toothbrush out and you clamp your little lips shut and smirk at me. It goes downhill from there. This is so ridiculously cute to me, even though it's terrible because you scream, and I have to let you scream so you open your mouth and I can brush your teeth.
Yeah, so, this is going well already.
And I need to finish it later.
Winning!
