New and Improved! (Well, kinda...)

You aren't seeing things - we used to be The Perry Pages.  Yeah, that was us - what seems like an eternity ago!  Sorry to throw you off if you've been a follower of the previous blog.  Although, if you've followed, you know that The Perry Pages has been silent for more than a year and a half.  I tried to resurrect that blog, but I just wasn't feeling it.  I couldn't find my groove with it.  And, after awhile, I realized that because so much of my family (immediate and extended) had changed since my last post shortly after Taylor was born, we really just weren't TPP anymore, and it was probably a good time to start a new blog.  (New chapter in our lives and all that yadda yadda.)


I never really left the blog - in my mind.  I've written countless entries in the past year and a half - all in my head.  So why wasn't I recording all the fabulous, exciting changes that were going on in our house?  Believe me, with the discovery of The Trio, I wanted so much to blog about what was happening and how I felt about it.  (Again, the blogging in my head thing.)  But, honestly, I was too superstitious to do it.  I was terrified that TPP would end up being some documented testament of the long road to a tragedy.  Dramatic?  Perhaps.  But possible?  Highly.  I won't get too much into the detail surrounding the pregnancy with The Trio, but the statistics that swirled in in the back of our minds were frightening and humbling.  C & I tried to take it day-by-day, but in reality, we lived on edge those months, trying our best to hide our fears from each other and from the girls, so the few discussions we had regarding The Trio were brief and cautious (and honestly, this is one area where C and I struggle in our relationship:  we aren't Ying and Yang in moments of crisis - we're more like Ice Cream and Apple Pie, Abbott and Costello, Kicks and Giggles...well, you get the idea.  We don't balance each other out, we subconciously validate and feed the other's fear...so, it ends up being kind of hard for one of us to talk the other off a ledge sometimes, when both of us have a tendency to teeter on the edge of it.  Anyway, I digress...).


The point of all this:  I stopped blogging all together. 


Until now. 


Now (:::grinning:::), I have 5 (yes, that's five) beautiful, healthy, boisterous children.  And a wonderful husband and miracle dog to round out the crew (more on the miracle dog later).  Along with the responsibility of corralling this motley crew, I have found that I have limited time in the day to get stuff done.  VERY limited time. 


So, I wish I could say that I'm blogging to share my fabulous homemaking skill(z), introduce you to some rockin' craft ideas to do on a rainy Sunday afternoon with your munchkins, or to give you delicious, healthy and fun recipes that come together faster than you can get through the drive-thru at Chic-Fil-A and have everyone at the table singing your praises like you're June-freakin-Cleaver.*  But, that's not the reason.  I'm truthfully, just selfishly blogging because (A) this is the easiest way for me to share stuff with our scattered family, and because (B) I am terrible at scrap booking/baby book recording/otherwise chronicling my rapidly growing kiddos' lives.  And, with a recent discovery that there is this nifty website that allows you to pretty much upload your blog posts into one of those handy-dandy coffee table photo book things, I'm sold. It's the proverbial killing of two birds, no?...an instant record of our family life with minimal scissors, double-sided tape and middle-of-the-night frustration.  Viola! 


So, Welcome Back! to our family and friends (or Welcome! if you're just joining).  I'm humbled that you want to spend a little time with us online.  And, maybe one day, I'll actually get to share a crock pot recipe or a how-to make an up cycled (snort!) birdhouse for Valentine's Day.  (But don't count on it anytime soon.)


Stay tuned...and much love,

* If this is what's on your blog, I say good on ya! All of these are things that I secretly dream about at night, and wish that I could do.  Seriously.  I have the subscriptions to "Family Fun" and "Good Housekeeping" to prove it.