Yes, this silly old thing I started years ago before I had any CLUE how much work it would be, or how busy I would be with a growing business and three active girls, and before I had time to consider the GUILT that would follow me when I go more than a few days without a post..as if any mom needs one more thing to feel unnecessarily guilty about.. all things considered.. still.. I LOVE my blog.
I love that it gives me a way to connect with my clients, my friends, friends of my clients, clients of my friends, and even completely random strangers around the world. I can share things I am excited about, pictures I want to show off, stories I want to tell, causes I am passionate about, and completely random ramblings that have no purpose whatsoever. (current post is perfect example!) And I especially love that YOU all love it. I am always taken aback when people mention reading the blog, whether they are a casual “check it every now and then when I am bored” observer, a seasonal “I know my friends had pictures recently and I’m hoping you post a peek” kind of popper in, or (my fav) a die-hard “subscribe to the feed, check it every day, know it by heart, play every game, email when you go a few too many days without a post to make sure you are alive” kind of reader. Seriously. It makes me absolutely tickled to think that anything I post might brighten someone else’s day, even jsut a tiny bit. Because I completely know how little things can really change my mood, or make me think, or give me ideas.. so I love to be a part of that eternal pay it forward kind of sunshine!
Anyway.. back to the blog. People often ask how I decide what to write about. Sometimes I have more ideas in my head than I can spit out, and the posts just come. Sometimes it takes me days to be inspired enough to even type a sentance. But usually it is the pictures that drive the posts, that compel me to tell the story or just share the image..
For example.. last Thursday I spent another amazing day with a family I absolutely ADORE… a family that has seen their share of blog posts.. and I was wondering what part of their day in the life would make a good blog. The addition of the new baby to their loving household, a baby that is proving my theory about third babies being the sweetest, most agreeable creature on the planet…
or do I showcase the painfully sweet relationship between the star of the day and his big sister, who are, as the Chinese proverb says, as close as hands and feet?
Or perhaps all the little moments with his parents, who, despite being busy themselves and having a houseful of fun swirling around them, never seem to be off their game a bit, and make each of these three kiddos feel as if they are the greatest thing since sliced bread?
All of those were fabulous, and truly representative of their amazing family. But the light bulb went off for me around lunchtime, when I was squeezing my behind up the playground at the local McDonald’s, where our little rock star had climbed up a little too far and decided he was stuck. Big sis couldn’t coax him down and mom was in a skirt, so the task was left to me. As I was elbowing my way up the stuffy hot, blindingly bright red plastic tubes, all I could think was
“Yup. This is going to make a great story for the blog.”
If you’ve ever wondered how to make it on the blog, this would be it. Although I might have to consider adding a “child fast food apparatus rescue” fee on to my rates if this keeps up. 
