myself: what should we write about?
me: oh, i don't know. i could tell them about how we made beaver sandwiches for lunch a couple of days ago. there are some cute pics to go with that one.
myself: yeah, but there's no good story to go with the photos. anything else?
me: well, speaking of food, i could tell them how my mom made muffins for the kids (just like she sweetly has the last bajillion times she's seen them), and when i opened the bag the other day, i found that someone (whose name starts with a "j" and rhymes with "sack") had eaten the tops off of each and every muffin -- and then closed the bag back up and put it away like i wasn't going to notice.
myself: that little guy is out of control. does he have a tape worm or something?
me: OR, there's the gem that occurred earlier this week when jack decided he was going to try to fill the cup-holder on his little toy chair with pee (yes, as in urine).
myself: no, we better steer clear of that one. for one, we don't want people thinking the kids have no decency. and secondly, it's just nasty.
me: true.
myself: how about pictures of the kids playing outside? don't we have any of those?
myself: wow. she's going to love that one in a few years. better go for something a little more flattering.
me: hmmm...i got it. i took the kids up to samford the other day to scope out some session locations. izzy thought she might get a scholarship if she wore her tutu and pranced across campus on her tippy-toes. that was pretty cute.
myself: and remember how abby was totally in awe of the painting on the dome of divinity chapel?
me: yeah, that was a fun day. probably not blog material, though. i'm thinking i should probably just hang it up for tonight and give it another go tomorrow. anyway, maybe i'll have something better than the "potty chair" by then.