Once upon a time, a long long time ago, I kept a blog. And it was good. And by good, I mean that it was fun to write and a satisfying way to keep a record of my important thoughts and happenings. It was 2007 and I had only squeezed two children out of my hoo-ha, so life was pretty manageable.
Ten years and two additional children later, and I have so many stories to tell. Most of them have to do with poop. Or cheese.