I am a blog stalker. I admit it. I'm that shadowy reader lurking in the background, the bane of all bloggers who try to grow their following. I have followed some blogs for years. Years. Sometimes a blogger will write a post that really resonates with me. I start to type in a comment, and then stop when I realize: I am only a blog stalker. So this is my foray into legitimacy. It's not my only reason for starting a blog, but it's a big one. Obviously, as you can tell by the title.
There are two other reasons I started this blog. The first one is my girls. I have two sweet little girls, a three-year-old and a four-month-old. They do cute things, and they say cute things. Sometimes I post about what they do on Facebook. Sometimes I write it down in a pretty little notebook. This blog makes it that much more likely that I will actually record some of our day-to-day. I have to record it. I didn't write down anything that Juliet (girly #1) did for the first two years. And I have forgotten almost everything. I know when she walked, because she did it at her birthday party, in front of everyone. But that's about it. Rolling over? No idea. Sitting up? Beats me. In a way, this is good because I have nothing to compare her sister to. But still. Hopefully the record of June's early life will fare slightly better.
The final reason I started a blog: my unused English degree. Let me first say, I hated school. I was very good at it. I was always one of the "smart kids" in grade school and high school. I earned a full ride scholarship to University, and I graduated magna cum laude. This is not to brag, but rather to show that there was no academic reason for me to hate school. There were two reasons that I went to college: my parents refused to pay for my wedding unless I got my degree, and I thought that if my husband was ever in a tragic accident and I had to support the family, a degree would be nice. So I got an English degree, because English was always my best subject. And two days after graduation, I got pregnant, which was what I had wanted all along. My husband and I started dating when we were sixteen, sophomores in high school. We knew from the beginning we would get married, and all I wanted to do from the start was have babies and stay home with them. However. Even though I have no interest in using my degree, or working outside our home, I am still a very wordy person. There was a reason I chose English over anything else. I make up blog posts in my head constantly. And now it's time to get some of those down on paper.