9/13/2004 05:39:25 PM|||Amy|||I am going to attempt to write about my daughters' recent birthdays, but the truth of the matter is that I tend to be really bored when I read what other parents write about similar topics and I don't want to subject any potential readers I might have to the same boring shit. But, then, I've been thinking recently about how I don't really write this blog to appeal to anyone but myself, and maybe my children. This site is meant to stand in for the lack of material in their baby books, but since I sometimes (mostly) write less about them and more about my own daily angst - I don't know if it will pass in their eyes later as any kind of memoir.

Basically, I've decided that when I try to be interesting to myself or God forbid, anyone else, I tend to lack drive and necessary verve - so I am going to resolve to be boring. Take it or leave it. This is the most expedient way I have of talking about my children. Cute stories of Monkey, Bear and Winston antics tend not to translate well at happy hour to my friends who have avoided procreation. Plus, whatever I write here will presumably be one day printed out and shoved in the general direction of the dusty baby books.
|||109511630336771392|||Preface: Birthdays and Other Events