A Typical Evening

  In the kitchen cooking a simple dinner tonight (yes, Anna had the night off) and I realized all of a sudden, that I was completely alone.  A sadness overcame me for minute, as I remembered back to the days when I was never alone.  This image came to mind....and I had to smile......This used to be the scene of the typical dinner time hour at the Bobalik house.

Sam, Sarah, Anna, Rachel and Aunt Cathy holding Elizabeth

                                                                   (Spring 2001)

Little Feet

I am a writer.  So what is wrong with me?  Jealousy.  I am jealous.  Jealous of those who have had the opportunity to blog since the first days (even minutes) of their child's life.  My oldest is 19, my youngest is 9.  I hand wrote in journals for all five of my children...and needless to say, I didn't keep up.  How can one keep up with journaling when there is so much to do on a day to day basis.  Blogging in the midst of early child raising is hard too, I suppose, but not near as time consuming as HAND writing daily (or even weekly) in 5 separate journals.  And then....pictures.  I have tons of paper photos in boxes in my basement.  If only I had been able to start dumping digital pictures onto my computer from day one.  Day one for me was January 25th 1992.  And so, in the midst of my jealousy, and in and effort to try to ease it somewhat,  I am going to attempt a somewhat daunting task.  I am going to start a blog of memories.   Wow...I would have had so much fun with a blog.
Maybe I still can.

                                                Thinking back on days so sweet
                                               When all our babes had little feet.
                                          Our lives wrapped up and packaged neat.
                                           We knew with five, we were complete