look who's free years-old!

well, ahem.  technically Scarlett turned three a week ago already, but who's keeping track?

I'm not.  are you?

yeah, I thought so.  I figured you had better things to do than keep track of my lackadaisical posting habits lately.  I mean, seriously.  if it wasn't for the weekly photography project I'm participating in, I probably wouldn't be blogging at all.

actually, that sounds kinda nice.  to not have this whole blogging thing constantly looming in the back of my mind, nagging at me like I nag at Gary to do chores around the house.  "Jessica, you really should write something to let people know what's up!"  or "Jessica, you really should get those pictures edited and posted from your Grand Canyon trip, it has been a month already, you know."  it's almost like I'm back in school and it's a beautiful Sunday afternoon and all my friends are heading to the park for a BBQ.  but darn it!  there's a quiz on Monday and I haven't even started studying for it.  what to do?  what to do?  in a moment of weakness, I decide to go out with my friends-- because a person deserves a break every now and then, right?-- but the whole time I'm feeling guilty that I should be studying and I couldn't truly relax and enjoy myself anyway.  oh, how I hated that feeling of homework always in the back of my mind.  there was nothing worse!

although, I wasn't responsible for ten kids back then.  hmmm.  maybe it wasn't so bad after all?

I don't know.  maybe the time has come for me to retire from blogging.  close up Room For Nine's doors and call it a day.  or do I just keep posting when I can, even if it's only once a week and just quit losing sleep over it?

so, now I'm assigning you guys homework.  what do you think I should do?  answers are due on Monday by 9 a.m. sharp, or else! 

so, anyway.  Scarlett is now, according to her, "free years-old."  free at last!

cuteness overload!

when I asked Scarlett what kind of cake she wanted for her birthday, she told me, "I want a butt cake!"  I was like, you want a what?  and then she ran to the cupboard and pulled out the bundt cake pan.  "this kind, mommy!"  butt, bundt, close enough, right?  LOL!  she's too much!  apparently, she's learned something from the zillions of questions she asks me while I'm baking.  we just have to work on the pronunciation a bit more.  hehe.

-jessica