Testing, One, Two, Three...

Can anybody hear me?

Yes, I know. I'm a slacker. I'm sorry. Not that I think you've been sitting in front of your computer waiting for me to update again. I know we're all busy and have lives to live. It's just that mine prevents me from blogging. So sorry. Here's a new update on us.

John and I are good. The boys are good. The dog is hanging in there, although it appears he either had a stroke or his laziness has spread to the left side of his face. He still plays with the boys, goes nuts trying to lick his own Items Which Should Not Be Licked, and eats fine..it's just this weird winking thing. At least he's not drooling anymore.

As for me personally, I am a card-carrying member of the PTA, volunteer yearbook staff for Sean's elementary school, a den leader for Sean's cub scout pack and have started a cake business! Where do I find the time to do all that and still harrass the boys to finish their homework AND chide John for not taking the wireless earpiece out of his ear when he says, "What did you say?" Easy. I just neglect my blog.

Anyway, no more promises with this thing. Let's just take things slow and see how things develop. I won't promise to call, I make no promises about the future...there's no promise ring with a diamond chip in it with my blog address engraved on the inside for you to wear and show off to all your jealous girlfriends. Let's just keep this casual. In the meantime, you can see other blogs. It's okay. I'm seeing other ones too. ;)

Welcome to the Monkey House

This being my first blog, I debated whether to formally introduce myself to my potential readers or just jump right in and start bitching, er, I mean, blogging about my life. I figure I could kill two birds with one stone by forgoing the niceties and getting right down to business. After all, if you just read a bit, you'll get to know me pretty well. You've been warned.

But I will tell you the basics. I'm 37 years old, I live in Southern California with my husband and two boys, ages three and one. Yes, I am the only female in my house. I am a stay-at-home-mom, whatever that means anymore, since I rarely just stay at home. And, as the title implies...I chase my family around with my camera. I am the mother of all paparazzi. I am The Mamarazzi. Behold my greatness and my 4GB SD card.

My life these days is an endless string of playdates and doctor's appointments, followed by a flurry of trips to Disneyland, Sea World and the zoo. To all of which we have annual passes. Which means the fun won't stop until 2009 or, let's be real, until we renew them all again next year. In between these all-day excursions my husband John and I manage to carve out some time for each other and try to go on "dates" occasionally. Last one we went on was last Saturday. We had an unusual eight hours alone courtesy of MIL (mother-in-law, for all you non computer savvy people) and we went to dinner, bowling and saw the latest Indiana Jones flick. We had a great time. No need for restaurant high chairs, no messy chins to wipe, we even drank a fruity martini each. We felt like we were 32 again!

But I digress. This is my life and the simian-like beings who live it with me. I adore each of my little monkeys. So this is my blog. Welcome to it.