Last night I was talking to my mum, telling her another funny story about Conor and she said: "you know, you should really write these down." So, today I gave in, pushed aside my "I hate blogs" attitude and picked up the laptop. I now vow to chronicle little moments (or big moments!) of our family's journey so we'll be able to look back and enjoy the memories. It's such a cliche, but as you're just trying to get through each day, you can lose perspective and forget the special little moments that happen.
Today as I start this, Conor is a rambunctious two and a half, Madeleine is a sweet seven weeks old and Andy and I are quickly approaching 35... Seriously, how did this happen??
And then came the tough job of actually putting a name to this blog. Growing up, my dad used to tell us fantastical stories--knights, princesses, special monsters who ate the bubbles from the farts in the tub (yup, you heard it right!). Jeremy and I used to call these made up stories "stories from your mouth." Conor has inherited that love for stories--both from books and from the mouth. At night, you can hear him telling stories to the zoo he keeps in his bed. So, what better name for this blog to take on. And funny enough, tonight at dinner, Conor started telling a "story from his mouth" and Andy was able to capture one of them on video.
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