Do I Remember How to Blog?

There are a great many things that I have intended to blog about over the years, but never got around to. I have probably mentioned before that if I can't do something perfectly then I abandon the project altogether...Well, that attitude caused me to drop blogging and run like a scared rabbit because I couldn't be perfect at keeping up with it. I think I want to try again and just not place any expectations on myself as to what this blog should be. It is just sort of tragic to me that I am not keeping a record of the comings and goings of our happy, sometimes crazy, and busy little family and have abandoned recording the hilarious, crazy, poignant, delightful and ridiculous things my kiddos say and do. So...I am going to throw caution to the wind and just begin again...

I really love hearing the things that my kids have said over the years. I have tons of little slips of paper that I have scrabbled down their exact quotes on and promised myself that I would record them in a journal, or on the blog, or on Facebook, or on Instagram one day...and never have...

...So...I think that is the focus this blog may take for now. I will post verbatim quotes from my boys, in no particular order (because trying to post them in the correct order will be far too intimidating because they are not in order at this time)...I will just pull them from the wad of scraps of paper, napkins, calendars, grocery lists, backs of envelopes, sticky notes and whatever else I scribbled down on the delightful, and sometimes disturbing ;-) sayings of the Marshman boys and post them here. 

So, I will now record how I LOVE how John (now age 7) has been saying for about a year when he feels badly for someone, "I'm sorry for him/her. "For example...if he sees someone get hurt in a cartoon he will say with a forlorn look on his face, "I'm sorry for him/her." Seeing someone injured on a silly cartoon brings out his compassion. It's pretty delightful and very tender. 

The other day I hurt my knee and he said, "I'm sorry for you." It warmed my stone cold heart. You know how when you hurt yourself and you get that flash of anger? Hearing his sweet, tender little voice telling me that he was sorry I got hurt was better than any relief ibuprofen could offer. *sigh*

Our sweet boy, seen here with the new headphones he got for his 7th Birthday. He wore them around all for hours not attached to any electronics...just enjoying the fact that they were new and they are his.