Going to try this again...

First it was live journal and then myspace and then a few Facebook notes, but since Khyber was born (16 months ago) I have fallen off of the blogging wagon and it makes me quite sad.

A LOT has happened in those 16 months. We bought a house, Chris went to Iraq again, we've taken too many trips to count and we've made some new awesome friends. Gunnar has gone from kindergarten to 2nd grade and Linc is ready for preschool. I'll try to recap as much as I can. Not because I think you care but because I want this to serve as some sort of reference for our family history. Damn I'm kicking myself for not keeping up with it better.

So now what do I do? Should I attempt to copy and paste my years worth of previous blogging here so everything is in one spot? Hmmm.

Today is Sunday the 12th of September. 9 years ago, I was convinced the boy I had fallen in love with was headed to war within a week and I'd never see him again. And while he did eventually go to war, it didn't happen with the swiftness that my brain was convinced it would. Thank God for that. And he has been 3 times and I am continually thankful he has returned to us pretty much the same as when he left!

It's a cool and rainy day today. Perfect for football, if only I could stand the roar of football on the television. It was a perfect day for running so that's how I started my day--a 6 miler with some sprint workouts thrown in the middle just because Emily said so! I am still in awe that I was able to finish a 1/2 marathon and with 2 more longer mile races ahead of me in the next few months, it makes me nervous that I am going to have to do it again and again. I'm not fully convinced me finishing wasn't a complete fluke and am afraid of what will happen on my next attempts.

Chris has the boys (minus Khyber) in the garage "building" stuff. Gunnar wants to make a time machine and Linc just wants to be in the middle of it all. I am anxious to see what they create!

In one week we'll be in Florida getting on a big ol' Carnival ship headed to the Bahamas. This is the first trip Chris and I have taken without the kids and is going to serve as a pseudo-honeymoon for us--8 years late! Since there isn't a Borders on the boat, I hope we don't get too bored since that seems to be our favorite date night activity.

Khyber is pulling at my arm and crying--perhaps that's what I stopped doing this when he was born. I remember a similar interruption when Lincoln was about this age--every time I sat down to write, he was more needy than what I wanted him to be at that time. But life is short and this age goes too quickly. Soon enough I'll have time, again, to write.