Failing as a blogger

It has been over a week. This is why I just can't see what being a blogger is all about? If I needed a diary, I would keep a diary. I don't really imagine that my life is so earth-shattering that people are waiting on the edge of their seats each day, checking to see if I have written something new. Yet, I swore I would do this so I am not one of those people who become old and set in their ways and just can't figure out what all the kids are talking about with the new technology.

Not much to say today. It is Monday. My Saturday was spent shuttling between kids' soccer games, grocery shopping, and running errands. It is the 4th week of school and we did have our first homework emergency last night. Yes, Andrew was selected to bring in the "Magic Star" board this week. It is a chance for each child to decorate a poster board with photos and pictures and stickers telling about themselves. A great idea, but he is seven years old. Maybe it is me manifesting my ideas onto the school work of a 2nd grader, but my grand design ideas were in conflict wit his crayon on white paper with some Spiderman stickers. Well, I shouldn't be too critical, at least this year Andrew did write down all the different things that he wanted to talk about and grouped them in to categories. After that, we sat at the computer and sorted through digital photos that I keep telling myself I am going to organize and categorize with logical names instead of the date that is assigned by the camera every time I download them. Hundreds and hundreds of pictures, and I can't find anything. So we sat and chose the ones he liked and I cropped and fixed red eye and made sure their were no goofy faces and 45 minutes we had pictures for the board.

That was my limit. After that I turned it over to my wife the scrapbooker. It took her half the time and with her cutters and fancy glue pens and highlighters and fancy paper she had converted what I thought was a hopeless pile of disorganized photos into a homework project that will make all the other parents squirm as they think of ways that "their child" can do it better than "Andy" did. Competition is a wonderful thing.