editor in chief / the family yearbook.

Hey! Did you hear the one about the mom with three little kids who neglected her blog so much, her year-end recap came three weeks late?

Yeah... C'est la vie, dommage, and all that. Hit it!

January...

... in which we eschew playing outside for wearing outside play equipment, inside. It was cold, y'all. 

February...

... in which the Bathroom Car Wash opens for business. I'm pretty sure my rugs are still damp.   

March...

... in which I learn I'm pregnant, develop IAS, and read a ton of books ("a ton," in my case, being five). 

April...

... in which we win at taking family Easter pictures. 

May...

... in which these awesome people come for a visit!

June...

... in which The Belly and I enlist small people to douse my feet with cold water during the 100 degree, no AC, hellish heat wave. 

July...

... in which the heat wave continues and I opt for cooking outside rather than turing on the stove. (It was totally sanitary. I'm sure.)

August...

... in which storms loom on the horizon.

September...

... in which Amby's unrequited love affair with juice begins. 

October....

... in which the pumpkin weighs the same as The Pumpkin. 

November...

... in which she arrives. 

December...

... in which we start to get a little matchy-matchy.

I'm adding what has to be the last link to Dwija's 12 in 2014 link up. But I had to do it, since looking at my recap of 2013 made a wee bit misty eyed. 

These kids. They grow and change so fast, and it's up to mom to document it all. That's such a responsibility, but such a joy, too. I used to be the yearbook editor at my high school and university, producing, designing and proofing hundreds of pages of content--documenting other people's memories. 

I'm still the editor in chief of memories, here at home. There's no staff to direct, and I don't get a private office. There's no year-end awards banquet. But the role is still pretty prestigious, at least to me.  

Ok. Sappy Mom, signing out.