First post ever

I've never had a blog before. Sure, I've read tons of them... maybe not as many as some, but I'm not completely unexposed. Truth be told, I just don't feel like I have time for a blog. Even now I really should go home in the next 3 minutes (I'm at work... the relevance of this will become clear... soon... or at least eventually). So what am I doing here?

Here's the thing. I've got friends who have blogs on which they post the tiniest minutia of their children's lives... yes, this is going to be that kind of blog. I'm worried, really honestly worried, that pretty soon I'm not going to remember the tiniest minutia of my children's lives. So here it begins.

Meet the kids:

Finn - 3 years old as of June. Rambunctious, bundle of energy; sweet natured one moment and melting into a volcanic pool of 3-ness the next; so sensitive in some ways... so much like a brick wall in others. A complete merging of me and my husband; not clearly looking like one or the other of us and sharing both good and bad traits from both of us. He's the one I feel guilty about. He's 3 and already I've let so many little memories slip away. I hereby state my resolution to get at least some of those little tidbits down on "paper" so that I can look back on them later (3 weeks later, 15 months later, a lifetime later).

Kate - my sweetest of sweet little not quite 4-month-old. From day 1 I have been wrapped, and I mean seriously WRAPPED, around this little girl's finger. Her little blue (I hope to stay) eyes stare right through me and into me and bring every bit of my deepest desire for a strong, unbreakable, indescribable mother-daughter relationship burbling to the surface. I don't ever want to forget these first baby conversations that we have... I could talk for hours and hours with her if the rest of the world would just leave us in peace. Not to happen...

So my story is that I am a full-time career mom, with a stay-at-home husband, and I never have enough time for anything--not work, not my husband, not my kids, not myself. But so many of these demands on my time won't be changing so much over the next few years that I won't even recognize them down the road. Finn and Kate, on the other hand, will. So here it is, my resolution...

I WILL write down some of the little things that make life with kids worth while.
I WILL note some of the cute little phrases and doings that bring happiness to each day (and help combat the meltdowns).
I WILL put some pictures up (if I can figure out how the heck to do that... in my copious free time).

And I WILL prioritize all of these things enough to do them now and again (hopefully more now than again)... starting... NOW!

Finn (3 yrs and almost 2 months): He doesn't want me to leave for work (and understandable reaction to the fact that he's now sharing mommy and daddy with baby sister Kate, and I've been starting to get back into the office more frequently. His first response (upon seeing me get geared up to leave one day) : "Mommy, don't go out the door!" (meaning the front door)
My solution--go out the back door, naturally
His response, the next time--"Mommy, don't go out ANY doors!" (standing with one hand extending out in the direction of each door (both with hands held up to mean "stop").
My response--"So, what... I should go out a window?"
Now, Finn's response everytime I try to leave for work... "Mommy, don't go out ANY doors... go out a window." He's dying to see me go out a window. Seriously. One ofthese days I'm afraid I'm just going to have to do it.

Kate (3 1/2 months, or just over): She's begun laughing this past week, and it's the real magical kind of laughing that is entirely visual, entirely cerebral (not from being tickled or otherwise touched). She laughed at Finn standing in the middle of the room spinning his stuffed bunny around in the air. She laughs for daddy and Finn more than for me, but I'm not the slightest bit offended because: a) I'm the one who gets most of the long, deep conversations, and b) I get to hear her laugh!

More to come!