If this blog were a person you’d meet on a playground somewhere, you’d never, ever become friends with it because it never stops yammering about its kids, and we all know how annoying that gets. But this blog, thankfully for me, isn’t a person, it’s a fancy internet journal thing, which means that I can yammer away ALL I WANT, because I can’t see you rolling your eyes. Ha ha! And a mama bragger is born.
I find myself jotting down the kid-ish stuff that falls out of our girls’ mouths. A lot of it ends up on Facebook or Twitter (or both, at the same time, because I’m lazy with my social media like that) because OH MY GOSH, my family and friends and random classmates from the 7th grade absolutely have to hear this, but I wanted a place that was more permanent (and easier to read, because have you ever tried to find an old post on your FB wall? Yeah, I know). That, and my children (like yours, of course) are so stinking adorable you just have to see what they say. But I said that already.
That being said (which it was, because I did, twice), this page–Out of the Mouths–is going to be my place to document all the little idiosyncrasies in Saoirse’s and Quinn’s speech that are so perfect for them at this moment, right now, but will quickly change as they grow, and most likely become forgotten by me. I’ll probably pull the tidbits from Facebook and this blog as I go along, too, so if you’re my good friend who reads both, I’m sorry for taking up all of that precious naptime hour. And yes, I can see you rolling your eyes at me. Cut it out, will you? Don’t blame me.
Blame the blog.