The point of no catching up

I never got into scrap-booking, because I knew I would Never.Ever.Finish.

There would always be one more trip.  There would be photos from one more weekend.  There would always be one more thing to have to add, or it would create it's own scrapbook.  I can't even make baby books for my girls...they each have a box.  Their newborn hospital bracelets, umbilical cords, birth announcements, all the way up through school memories and keepsakes get dumped in those boxes...and whatever fits is what we keep.  (same rule goes for toys in the play room).

I kept all my rowing shirts from way back in high school/college rowing days...to make a quilt from them.  But back then I didn't have the time, nor the sewing machine, and it never happened.   Now I have the sewing machine (still don't have the time, but 1 out of 2 isn't bad), but those shirts don't mean as much to me anymore.  I've saved my mission trip and youth camp shirts, and I think that's going to be the NEW quilt (when I have the time)...but you know what the problem is?  There's always going to be One.More.Shirt....the next year's mission trip shirt.  The next camp shirt.  What if I make the quilt now, and then life changes after one more mission trip or something...and there's one little shirt left out of the quilt.  That would just be too sad.  And it would probably annoy me to pieces.  

All this leads up to something...blogging started to turn into that!

When there is always another event, another milestone, another weekend adventure, another birthday...for some reason I lose motivation to keep going (knowing that I'll never finish).  Oooooof.  There's probably a lesson in there somewhere.  

And it's not that I feel stress at trying to capture every single thing, or that I even want to....it's more like...it is no longer fun.  

But--the real thing is: I LIKED blogging.  I like posting what my nutso kiddos are up to, and remembering that we went on mission trips together, and all the things we do.  So, here's to blogging and trying to stay motivated even though I will Never.Ever.Ever.Finish.The.Story.   So aggravating.  But still worth it.  

Want some recent pictures?  

a couple weeks ago we flew to California to see Great Grandma and Gramama

and, to play on the beach with tias

very very very sandy little girls afterward

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sweet sisters playing at airport while our flight was delayed. and delayed again.  we made it home by 2am.

silly second-born with 3 chupis in her mouth at once.
we need to be done with these...maybe after mission trip.

little sister watching big sister's ballet class.  posted this mostly to emphasize
HOW.MUCH.HAIR this baby has...fat fat fat braids.  and if it's not up in a braid or a pony, it's all over her face, such a ragamuffin!

iXy being "bad pharaoh"

and some milestones!  Xari's preschool graduation is tonight

and her end of year ballet recital was last week.