It amuses me to glance over at my archives list and see the number of posts dwindle the longer I blog, you'd think the reverse would be true. I miss the heyday of blogging, when people just blogged about anything and everything like a journal and didn't think about branding themselves, or finding their niche, or getting paid or worrying if their posts and photos were Pinterest worthy and so forth and so on.
I mean, it's just a blog.
Not that I think I'll ever get back into having hundreds of posts a year, really that was crazy and quite overwhelming to download and publish in a Blurb book (I stopped Blurbing my blogging after 2009) (now that is a silly sentence) (but ultimately I'd like to print out the remaining years someday).
I guess what I'm whining about is missing old school blogging. The daily life stuff, with or without pictures, the ordinary along with the occasional extraordinary moments sprinkled in.
Anyway, moving right along.
We ordered Annelise's school uniforms yesterday from Land's End. Well, actually we stretched the process across a few days and two separate orders to take advantage of two different coupon codes, which may or may not have saved us more money but we're choosing to think that it did.
Her school is switching from free dress (within guidelines) to standardized dress (monogrammed polo shirts, khaki or navy shorts or pants, skirts or jumpers and the like) and I am highly excited about it. Annelise, not so much. Her former school had uniforms and it made mornings SO much easier. Last year was her first school year to have free dress and believe me, that bloom fell off the rose bush pretty quick, at least for me, after too many stressful mornings of her deciding what to wear and me telling her to change. I no longer care if her freedom to express herself through clothes is crushed, just put on a navy or red polo, some shorts and shoes and LET'S GO.
I can't believe in only a few short weeks she'll be having to do just that.
Speaking of school related things, we met a friend and her mom from her old school at Chick-Fil-A Monday morning at the crazy hour of 9:00 for breakfast (yes, in the summer 9:00 am is early). She is switching to Annelise's school this year so it was nice for them to see each other again and for her mom and I to chat about school and such.
Now I know I'll probably get chicken biscuits thrown at me, but I think Chick-Fil-A's breakfast choices are weird. Chicken on a biscuit with some kind of sweet butter? Nah. I'll pass. Also their other breakfast choices that include sausage seem to go against their whole "Eat Mor Chikin" philosophy.
I had oatmeal and Annelise had a sausage biscuit, which disappointed the cardboard cows scattered throughout the restaurant I'm sure.
(No, I've never tasted a chicken biscuit or chicken mini.)
(Is my life incomplete?)
In unrelated school or chicken news, Annelise made crazy easy blondies yesterday by herself. And by herself means I loosely supervised so there wouldn't be any unauthorized batter licking, I spread them in the pan because "The batter's tooooooo thick and the bowl is tooooooo heavy, Mom!!!", put them in the oven when she was busy licking the beater, took them out of the oven once she returned to Minecraft on the iPad and I cleaned up the kitchen. Of course.
But if you ask her she'll tell you she made them all by herself.
Not that I feel like the Little Red Hen or anything.
The same thing pretty much happens when she decides to make scrambled eggs or a grilled cheese.
Independence usually happens through a flurry of fits and starts, messes and spills.
And that's okay.