the days are long but the years are short. wise words from woman behind me in line at Starbucks as she watched me and my pregnant belly trying desperately to wrangle two little toddler boys. and apparently looking quite desperate doing it.
and i can't even tell you what happened in them.
so instead of relying on my fallible memory or the unorganized pictures in my iPhoto, i am going to start blogging. so that i can print these pages and tell my boys exactly what happened in our long, mundane days and catch a quick glimpse of how they grew up into little men in the blink of an eye.