Welcome Back!

Welcome to my "new" blog! It's a new version of the "old" blog. Our new house needed an updated blog, but I didn't want to lose the memories of the former, so I brought them along with. Win-win for everyone, plus I love going back to read random posts!

As timing would have it, it is also the beginning of a new year, and I am so ready to put the harassing I received from my blog (that I thought was over) behind me as I start over building new friendships and networks in a completely new area. I used to update my blog pretty frequently and enjoyed sharing the links for everyone to enjoy and I'm really hoping to get back to that. It'll take some time, but that's what I'm striving for - to get back to doing what I enjoy and that's taking pictures of my family and sharing our memories.

Over the last few weeks I have been racking my brain to come up with a new name for my blog. I wanted it to still be about me, but less personal. One of my finalists was "Mud in the Entry" and I almost settled on it, even though I wasn't in love with it. It references my home and my children - because you know it wasn't me bringing in mud into my house. Plus now that we're in the Pacific Northwest, I imagine there will be plenty of mud to trudge in with all the rain. It also nods at my housekeeping skills - no matter how clean the house rest of the house is, there is always going to be one place that still needs some work. Isn't that true about our lives too, though? No matter how put together we seem to be, there's always at least one aspect of our life that needs some work, whether it be emotionally, spiritually, physically, or mentally.

The night I came up with "Coffee in the Cupboard" might have been the same night, or the night after, I read a post on Facebook from a dear friend (you know who you are!) about drinking her morning coffee that evening. This is me to the "T". Except I'm probably worse, because I often wander around the house with my cup of coffee and then set it somewhere and forget about it. Perry is always asking me why I bother with even pouring myself a cup if I'm not going to drink it. It's not that I don't want to, I just don't have 15 minutes to just sit and drink it. It instead gets brought to the bathroom and left on the counter. It gets toted to and left in the laundry room for me to find that night when I'm re-fluffing the already re-fluffed laundry. It gets sat on the mantle because it was out of the way when I started the fire that morning. It gets placed on the counter when making breakfast and then I walk away to get something and completely forget about it. While I haven't actually put my coffee in the cupboard yet, I'm sure one of these days it just might happen with all the chaos around here. I honestly don't know where my coffee is right now, but clearly I need some more... It's like a spin off of "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie" but "If You Give a Mom a Cup of Coffee..."

Maybe some day I finish a cup in the morning, but for now "Coffee in the Cupboard" is my life as a mom. I'm all over the place between cooking and cleaning and this little human needing that and the other two little humans fighting over toys - it's chaos around here. So welcome, or re-welcome as the case may be.

Sit back and enjoy your coffee (or glass of wine if it's after noon ha!) as I go on the never-ending search for mine. Side note: If you're reading this on your phone, just know that it looks cuter on the computer. :)

P.S. I love knowing who my readers are! You guys keep me going! Feel free to leave me a comment before you leave!