Love that boy! He is a cutie.
He plays with his trains and I guess he listens to too much of his big sister's drama.
"Gordooooon! Don't go on that traaaack!"
" Uh oh, you in the way, Henry."
Bangs the train off the track.
"See you later!" Pushes Gordon to shed.
"I no hungry for more gas, no. I sleepy." Speaks for Henry. "Help me!"
"I save you, Henry!"
"You good friend, Gordon."
Etcetera ... I remember when I did stuff like that. I was looking through my journals of when I was eight and nine and I scare myself. Who was I when I wrote that? Some of it makes me laugh (man was I innocent) and then other times ... whew! (man was I just plain sinful!)
One excerpt: "We have been cleaning [for our Christmas party] the bathrooms, bedrooms, kitchen, play room, you name it! I can't believe my room is cleaner than the living room! Oh, and I think my handwriting is so neat. It's 8:45 now. I'm going to sleep. Good night! Hahahaha!"
Uhhhh, nine year old self ... I remember that room. It wasn't clean. And what was so funny? Hahaha?
I also felt this need to record ever single thing I did. One post is "it's 8:00. I'm going to eat breakfast. Sorry I haven't written all morning. I'm eating lunch. I'm going to eat dinner because it is 6:00. Good night! It's 8:30!"
Thanks Mary Frances, I was concerned that I ate lunch at 5:36 in the morning:)
Another excerpt: "I have been a bad girl. This entry will be a mystery for my friends."
Hang on, what are you, I mean, what was I talking about?! I wouldn't have guessed I would've been writing a mystery for myself, that's for sure.
But really, it is SO special to re read them. Remembering what my daily life was then is part strange, part fascinating. What I considered important has changed but I love getting to relive what I was like through the diary. It cracks me up when I wrote things like "if I haven't told you, I have a brother named Nathan and he..." Other times, I find it funny that I considered my baby sitters names and ages so important (crazy, my babysitters were younger than I am now and I thought they were so old and mature!) It motivated me to keep journaling. It will be just as fun for me to read the journal I have now as the one I wrote seven years ago.
Lovely ladies! Incredibly blurry ladies, I mean. I think when I traded in my cracked iPod for a new one, they gave me one with a defective camera. Everything always looks hazy. Whatever, it's not like it was amazing quality to begin with ... but this camera is really bad:) However, they are still cute girls!
In another friend's words, this was a post of truly random ramblings - thanks for sticking with me! Have a great day!