I've missed you, Bloggy McBlogpants

I think I'm actually at a point where I can/want to/have the time for/feel inspired to blog again.

Let's all agree the 2016 wasn't my best year.


I'm ready to admit that part of my hangup with blogging is that I can't get my phone and blogger to stop fighting and let me post some pics already.

I'm sorry.

But my life is slip slidin' away over here in Brooklyn, and some experiences absolutely must be documented. 

Like the time Leah had a category of apps on her phone entitled 'Meth', but it turns out she was confusing it with the word 'Meh'. It was all the apps she can't delete and never uses. 

Or the time she didn't wear a coat to school and came home and announced the she "would wear protection next time." Gasp!

Or how we have the world's cutest baby living with us, bringing tons of joy and happy.

Or what about how Jacob is Doctor Franklin, Rheumatologist by day, and Jacob the Uber Driver by night. He even refers to his riders as 'patients'. 

Honestly, I don't even want to get into the whole my job was tanking, my baby had heart surgery, I lost my job and then I fell and broke both legs scenario. I know there's a lot to say but I'm tired of drama. I want to serve and blog and take care of other people and be a productive human for the maybe the first time in my life.

Too much?

I'm going to leave this here. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, which we are spending with several families in our ward. Picture 20-30 people crammed into a NY apartment with lots of small children. It's going to be pretty awesome and probably pretty short. 



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