The Shift Begins

After doing a little more research, I have discovered that I cannot make this blog completely private or password protected. Consequently, I am starting a new blog. I will leave this one up for some time if you want to look back at archives and such. But if you would like to keep following our lives, here's what you must do (drums rolling):

email me.

My email address is on the top of the page. If we don't know eachother "IRL" as they say, toss me a name, a connection, something to go on. I know this is the best de-lurk tool there is, but it seems to be the only way to move on with some anonymity. I will email back with the new URL.

When you email, feel free to send suggestions of "code names" for my kids and husband. I've got a few ideas but would love to hear yours. Watch the new URL and soon the stories will begin rolling out again.

Thank you to all my fans.

~Meeshemama

To Get You Through The Day

I was putting the boys to bed last night. We read several books, including the wonderful Owl Moon. This story is narrated by a child who goes owling in the dark night with her Pa. After the story, Kindred was lying in his bed, hooting softly like the Great Horned Owl in the story. Elias came to me and said, "Kindred is the owl. Mama, you are Pa."

I asked, "And who are you?"

He answered simply, "I'm I."

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The Three of Them

So these guys are all in Florida. The boys, the young ones, have been gone since last Sunday. Michael went to retrieve them and will come home tomorrow afternoon. I'm so happy.




Kindred tried his hand at taking photos. He did rather well. Here's an example. (Don't worry, I'm pretty sure he wasn't trying to get my face in the shot.)


By the way, I haven't made a decision about the blog yet. And my dad is doing OK, all things considered. I called him the other day and it was really loud in the background. When I asked him where he was, he shouted, "Hold on, I'll pull over." When it was more quiet, he reported that he'd just needed to get out for a minute. But he can't drive for several weeks after the heart surgery. So he had taken the riding mower for a spin. Poor guy.

Blog Silent

Dearest faithful readers,

First of all, no, I'm not shutting down the blog. I am, however, trying to figure out how to change things up a little. I've become a bit perplexed as my sons get older at how much info should be posted about them, especially using their real names. If they had more common names I wouldn't care as much. Sure there is a a bit of a over-saturation of information out there and the chances that someone is going to stalk me or my family are slim. I know that. I love sharing info with you all about the kids, and I love telling stories. This is my scrapbook now. These are my journals, and I cherish them. But I'm not sure I want everyone in the world reading my journals.

So I'm thinking about a couple of options, and am interested in your feedback:

1) I could keep this blog up and just make is password protected, so that anyone wanting to see it would need a password. You would get that password from me, and I would need to know you or have some connection to you somehow to give you that.

2) I could start a new blog in public cyberspace that isn't private but doesn't use real names or locations. You would need to email me to get the new URL. This option may work in conjunction with the first option so that if you wanted to go back into the "archives" and see old posts you could but I would still make it private rather than remove it altogether.

What do you think?

I will make my decision soon and keep you posted. I have many many updates and pictures to share and I would like to get them up as soon as possible for those of you still left hanging around. I'm sorry for the absence and am hoping to get myself back in your lives soon.

In the news at this hour... the boys are with Grandma, Pop pop and Big Pop in Florida. Until next Wednesday.... Yep. Don't worry, I will be just fine. Fine. I'm fine.

Also, my dad is having his second heart surgery in 2 days right now. Something about a lead that went to the wrong place yesterday that they have to fix. Hm. Keep him in your thoughts.

Love to you all.

Sincerely,

Meeshemama