Revisiting the Blogosphere

Have you ever blogged feverishly for years and then vanished into thin air? I started my previous blog in the summer of 2010, when I found out I was pregnant with Lucy. And I stopped blogging three years later when that life I blogged about unraveled. 

I have revisited that blog countless times over the years to scroll through memory lane. It's bittersweet to look back, because Lucy and Parker are so much older now. I feel guilty for not chronicling the last 8 years as diligently. Don't get me wrong, I was and will always be a camera whore, but I wasn't keeping this special diary detailing our days and emotions over the last 8 years. 

It goes without saying, but I'm saying it anyway...that version of Taylor that last wrote in 2013 is long gone. I mean, it's been 8 years. I moved to the other side of the valley, married the man of my dreams, went to nursing school, changed my hair several times...most importantly, I'd like think I've learned a few things and gained some perspective.

So I come to the blogosphere tonight in hopes of making blogging a part of my regular routine again. And I'd like to start my first post by talking about our night. CJ and P went to a spring training game, which meant Lu and I had a mommy-daughter night. It's technically my Friday, since I work Monday-Thursday, and my idea of a fun night would involve eating dinner in bed and binge-watching Netflix. Alas, that is not how memories are made... So I asked Lu what she'd like to do, and we found ourselves walking around Arrowhead Mall. We window shopped mostly. Lu is at an age where she loves Claire's and Icing, and she found a pair of oversized squishy avocado earrings for herself. We snapped many selfies and stared at the puppies in the window. We had dinner at Haymaker, which met her needs for pancakes and my need for a veggie burger. And we wrapped up our evening out with a stop at Crumbl. After dropping one of the cookies off at Grammy's (because she lives 0.4 miles away and sharing is caring) we called it a night.

P and CJ got home about an hour after us... P was so stoked because he caught a ball (after much pleading with one of the players). We normally live and die by the 8:00 bedtime routine, but it was such a special treat to get tickets to this game given the stadium capacity restrictions in a Covid year.

I really hope to make the one-on-one dates with the kids more routine. Of course I say these things, and they don't always stick. I love the ages they're at, and yet I know we're on the cusp of pre-pubescent hormones that will change everything. I hate knowing that transition is imminent. But to be fair, even reading old blog posts, I have always dreaded their growing and then ended up loving the new age...sooo...I guess fingers crossed that the trend continues?