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I'm a failure...

by my own design.  I promised myself when I started this blog in April I would write EVERY SINGLE DAY.  It was important for me to capture something positive in my day...and for a while I was good - real good.  Then it all went down the proverbial toilet.  I'm not even sure I wrote ONCE last month.  It's sad - cause this is a memory tool for me and my family.  The time goes so quick - barely babbling babies to full on kiddos - in a blink of an eye.  I don't want to lose those memories to time and my terrible mommy brain.

So - I'm going to try harder.  I need to realize this is a GIFT - not a chore.  No one is twisting my arm to capture this time - I WANT to do it.  I NEED to do it.

On that note - what a month!  October has been busy - back to Kindermusik, swim team and our little family routine.  The kiddos are so funny - for the first time in over 3 years Hayden was NOT a Star Wars character for Halloween.  While I'm glad he's expanding his horizons it's sad to watch that piece of him go away.  He's growing up and my heart breaks a little bit when I think about it.



Harlyn was determined to pick her own costume this year and desperately wanted to be Strawberry Shortcake.  She was cute - such a strong little personality - she knows what she wants and dammit she's going to get it.  I worry about my future since I can barely handle her now - 16 is going to be an epic battle. :-)



Overall - blessed - nothing more to say.

Positively,

Kim

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