Oh Yeah, My Infants Were Bloggers Too

As you may or may not know my mom, at Dawn's Daybreak, made me start this blog.   If there is an award for dorkiest blogger, I'm pretty sure I won it right there.  But its true.  Blogging is a family affair.  Before I blogged, Mackenzie tappa tappa tappa'd at the keyboard all the live long day.  Her blog was called The Kenzie Chronicles, and not only was she a gifted little one year old prodigy, but she was frickin' adorable.  I just read some of her posts, and chuckled and cried a little because now that wee baybeh is almost five years old.  Read all about her pleas for psychiatric medication, and that time we went on a field trip that was almost the last field trip ever taken.

That mohawk finally toppled over around 5 months.

Later, not about to be outdone by his older sister, Jack began the Jack Journals.  I would give you specific examples of his work, but that would be redundant since his blog is only a page long.  Once he learned to move, he gave up his internet career, and followed his dream of getting into stuff, and  laughing in the face of childproofing.









*guess what's awesome? I just hit publish by accident before I was done.*

*Ahem*

Word.
Here we go!
Okay now!
Yadda, yadda, yadda and then my mom sort of insisted that I start a blog too, and keep up with the family tradition of word play on first names and dude. Do you have any idea how many inappropriate things rhyme with Britt? No, I'm gonna give you a second... So, that's why Britt was out, and Brittainy it was, and what the heck else rhymes with Brittainy but litany? There you have it, three generations of blogging up in this piece.

This was supposed to be a post for True Story Tuesday. The one time I ever write a blog post in advance and something bad happens. I may have fooled some of you into thinking that I know what I'm doing, but no. I have no idea how to recover from publishing a half finished post by accident, and all that frantic editing made me thirsty.  *Clink*
So peace out.
Until next time, Internets.

*uncomfortable pause*

*backing slowly away*

*waving awkwardly*

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand scene.