My Disclaimer

It's 3am. I'm up. I'm eating cookies and drinking diet Coke. I might as well get this blog thing started.

I am not a blogger. I have followed many blogs, especially over the last year. There are some fabulous blogs out there. This won't be one of them. Because, I am neither a talented writer or photographer. What I am is a Mother who failed miserably at keeping baby books for my first three kids. In my defense I was pregnant for most of Noah's first year. Then of course when Quinn was a new born I also had a one year old to take care of. And well, poor Delaney was lucky we took pictures. I was busy. Trust me, I wish I had a penny for every little old lady in the grocery store who told me " You sure have your hands full". My hands were full. As was my heart. The problem was my brain was mush. I think when I gave birth to Noah, most of my brain cells were transferred to him. On second thought maybe he should be the one writing this blog.

Here goes my last chance at redemption. There will come a day when Tess has questions about her childhood. Many I won't have answers for. So I am recording this journey as a keepsake for her. If you're following along cut me some slack. I may be an old Mom, but I'm a new blogger.