Believe it or not, I've been playing around with this blog for nearly seven years now. Every once in a while I ask myself, what in the world am I doing? After all, there are so many beautifully crafted blogs floating around cyberspace that this homespun site can feel quite paltry in comparison. Every once in a while I'm tempted to upgrade: tantalizing recipes, chic design ideas, artsy photos, cute crafts--all while developing my own unique niche, of course. A couple of weeks ago Jason lighted upon the perfect name for my new-and-improved-blog: dezionmom. (Just in case there is anybody left in this wide world who doesn't already follow her blog, this is a Southern Utah twist on the popular site designmom.com.) I'll become instantaneously idolized, every stay-at-home-mom will know my name, millions will follow me, and voila--we'll make our fortune, move to a farmhouse in the French countryside, and travel the world with six well-dressed kids in tow. (Wait, maybe we'll have to rethink the latter.)
Dezion Mom. Conceptually, I like the idea. Enough so that I actually reserved the blogger site just in case I work up the nerve to try in the future. A cool blog. I could do that. I think I could do that. Could I?
However, this blog is different. It's all about keeping it real, even when "real" means suffering through yet another round of vacation photos or laundry list of childhood milestones. Because hey, while such chronicles may be a bore for most, this blog isn't designed for the world--it's written to connect us with the close friends and family who might actually care.
This blog is not about appearances. (Obviously. Are you bored with the 2008 slide show yet, 'cause I sure am. And what about the snazzy layout? Riveting.) Despite its lack of panache, you still might claim that this blog is self-centered in its own way. After all, it's unabashedly all about us. And I guess I've decided that's okay. After all, this is our family record. This is where we capture the present to relive in the future when all that remains of now is past. On a more practical note, it is also likely to take the place of our classic photo albums. I'm simply out of time, energy, and shelf-space to continue keeping up both. So we hope you'll understand if we torture you with more photos than you'd like--if they don't get posted here, they may not get recorded anywhere.
Besides, should we deeply annoy, there's always designmom. Until then, my hat goes off to all the mundane, day-to-day family blogs of the world. Thanks for keeping it real.