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2007 in Review

Apparently the cool thing to do, when you have a blog, is to list the first sentence of the first post of every month. I'm even cooler than that; I've listed the first sentence of my favorite post of every month of last year.

January: Before she fell asleep the other night, Mallory said, “I’m afraid I’m going to dream about that scary monster in that movie I saw with Daddy.”

February: Last night I got a taste of what helping Mallory with her homework will be like in years to come. And I didn't much like it.

March: Best Book Dedication Ever -- because I didn't post much that month.

April: Mallory has developed the habit of exaggerating quantities -- "I want 18 million pancakes for breakfast! I want to play outside for 28 thousand hours!" -- mostly because the pictures are funny.

May: Mallory has recently been obsessed with caterpillars.

June: This sand is really gooshy today.

July: Mommy, will you read me this book?

August: One wonderful thing about parenting is when you realize that you love your kids not just because they are your kids, but also because they happen to be great kids.

September: My almost-award-winning-haiku!

October: The 2's were not at all terrible for Mallory.

November: The scene: Last night, bedtime.

December: Best cookies ever. -- because these really are very good cookies.

When I started blogging, I had fantasies of rising to the ranks of the famous A-list "mommy bloggers" and being read by leagues of fans every day. That hasn't quite happened, obviously, but I'm okay with that. In doing this review, I realized that I've captured some really great moments with my kids, and that's better than fame any day.

(Although I wouldn't turn down some riches.)


J&H Noble said…
Oh, Krista, the quality of your readers is worth way more than the quantity! ;) I love reading your stuff and I think your girls will love what you've done through the blog, when they are old enough to realize it. Keep it up!
Anonymous said…
I agree. The quality of your readers - and of your writing - makes it worthwhile. What a neat way to record every day life with your family.

aimee said…
I know one day you will be read by leagues of fans. Your awesome and your girls will love this one day!

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