I hear a lot of talk lately about how blogs are a thing of the past. It breaks my heart a little since I've always really loved having this record going of our lives. But I think I'm ok with it. It was always supposed to be about saving the memories for myself and my family anyway right? Certainly no reason to stop that-- and no reason that it has to be IN for it to be worth my time. It sort of takes the pressure off and makes me feel like I can go back to my blogging "roots". When I just wrote and wrote and never even spell checked because I didn't understand blogger yet. Although it WAS fun back when we all had time to comment back and forth wasn't it?
Blogging has been constantly evolving for me. It started as a way to keep in touch with a few close friends from college and keep tabs on each other's lives. I loved that it gave my family a place to see pictures of my ONE little baby girl, Sophia. (I started when she was 1!) Then I got into taking pictures and it became more of a hobby too--- to make my blog a little prettier, and have somewhere to share my pictures I thought were so lovely. YIKES. (still good halloween memories, just really scary editing... and no that's not finn in a yellow tutu--- it's Mila.)
Unfortunately once I started taking pictures for other people, I got a little worse at taking pictures of my own family... and my blog became a little less of a thorough record of us. I didn't love that turn. Which is why I've loved instagram. It's given me an easy way to be constantly documenting the little things... so the memories are SAFE and sound and if I blog them, in the (dreaded but unavoidable) blurb book. Some day.
But every once in a while, when I pull out the real camera for one of their little faces, I remember why I used to want to post photos of them every single day. Some things just never go out.