Why I Don't Blog So Much

This was our big trip last week: to the play area at the mall. Not a lot of history here. Or cultural significance. Not even a cohesive theme with a Winnie-the-Pooh treehouse and dinosaur bones [?].
I will say that it is a great age to take the kids: Joss loves it, and Sebi is his gentle giant of a bodyguard. He shepherds his little brother around on the slide, through the tunnel and pulls his foot out when it gets stuck between dino teeth. But, oh, when I think of the depths to which we've sunk, I just find it hard to chronicle.

Comments

Anonymous said…
This is as good as it gets for most moms. It may not be the Hofburg, but the boys are really cute!
Zina said…
And yet, a lack of worthy topics seems only to increase my blog-writing productivity. I guess I thrive on the trivial and insubstantial.

And who knows, add a hundred years and the mall play area might seem deeply culturally significant.

By the way, I still greatly hope to get our families together again some time--if we can ever get a break in the ongoing croup series at my house.
Lois said…
Welcome to the life of the rest of us mediocre moms!

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