The above photo was taken last fall at a newborn session I did - it was an alternate to their birth announcement cover.

These days it seems I'm not only struggling with finding time to write here, but also with what to write here. This blog isn't something I want —or am even ready— to let go. It's been a apart of me for far too long. But it just seems so much easier to do a quick update at Flickr rather than publish an entry. Call me lazy. I have two toddlers. I'm ok with that label.

Besides, do you really need to hear yet another whine from the mom of a 2-almost-3 year old boy wondering "will he ever fully grasp this potty training concept before the only thing left on the shelves to fit him are adult Depends"? Or neurotic ramblings from the mom of a 1½ year old boy about his diet consisting largely of Goldfish Crackers and YoBaby drinkable yogurt...

I didn't think so.

So what, exactly, do I write about? I'm on indefinite hiatus from work (had to refer three sessions onto a local photographer in the last week, which I might add is a very hard thing to do when you've spent the last 8 months establishing things) as we pack up our lives and prepare to move into temp housing next week. Todd had the 'exit interview' at his old company last week so he's officially in between jobs until the 22nd. I finished up the trim on the kitchen today, and there's one more coat of paint to go in the oldest son's bedroom. After that, we have to somehow figure out how to paint the 'great room' (combined living and dining area) with cathedral ceilings while two l'il hellions are afoot. Cathedral ceilings seemed like such a great idea when we moved in this house. As did "Sooner crimson" walls, which are only taking three coats of KILZ to cover up. (Note to self: OU's colors are crimson and cream. Choose just the cream for future office spaces.) I mean, I'm sure you're just so excited to know all this, aren't you?

Strange days indeed though... We moved into this house five years ago thinking we couldn't have children. Now we'll be moving out with two boys "(almost) three and under". Three years ago this past week we were putting together the nursery and assembling the crib. Exactly three years later we packed it up. A year ago we were moving our oldest son into a "big boy bed" in his own room, only to move him and that bed back into the nursery with his brother a year later so we could repaint the room. About the only constant it seems we've got these days is OU's BCS game performance. Boomer Sooner!

Until next time, margaritas are 2-for-1 -
-Robyn