Ellyn woke up at 1:00am last night. Mike and I had just gone to bed. The girl and her parents stayed up ALL night. She fell asleep at 5:30 and woke up on her own at 6:30. I sent her to school with the warning to her aide that she might fall asleep, but then again, maybe not. We've done this before. She never slept the whole day and was full of energy on our walk this afternoon (Mike, Sawyer, and I took a nice long after lunch nap. Mike's not as long, he had class). Ellyn was loud and happy enough to wake the entire family at one point or another during the night so we all walked around like zombies today. Not our Ellie Boo, she was as happy as a sweet little cutie in braids could be. Some day mysteries will be revealed. I can't wait until I understand the puzzle that is our Ellyn.
For almost three years I have been thinking how very sad it is that I hadn't continued to keep a journal of our family activities. No more deployment letters and emails to Mike, no more family blog to keep grandparents and aunts and uncles connected to our family. Nothing but printed off monthly calendars saved in a file somewhere. I guess our family blog died a slow death when we lived in Washington and we were seeing everyone all of the time. It just was not important to keep everyone informed. They were right there with us. I did not stop, in all the chaos, to think how very important the blog might be to me, or to my children. I have often thought of the cute pictures and quotes we had saved on our family blog. I thought of the interviews I did with the kiddos, and how grateful I was that, somewhere, on a dusty webpage, those beautiful faces, those funny antics, still existed. I have checked to make sure the blog still existed fr...
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