Good McLean Fun

I’m disappointed in me. 2017 is over in 5 days, and I have only written ONE blog post in the entire year. Is this true?? ME?! I’m full of words & stories--and I didn’t catalog a fraction of them this year. I used to fill pages and pages of journals and diaries when I was younger. Now I can’t even make it to 2 entries per year. So pathetic. No respectable blogger would ever dream of posting just twice a year. I’m full of regret and a little disdain. I WILL write down more of my thoughts in 2018. I won’t call it a resolution, but I am resolved. I've even changed my blog name from Mediocre Mom to Good McLean Fun...hoping to drop the connotations of the past. Because you know what they say...don't bring last year's self to next year's goals. I read recently, a blog is most successful if the author writes often, and succinctly. Soooooo yeah. Clearly my blog is not a success. I can’t get 2 posts out over 12 months and I write novels when I actually do sit down ...

These twinkies  are supposed to start kindergarten in the fall.   I could cry.  Jackson suddenly weighs 12 pounds more than Lincoln, but apart from their weight, they’re still questionably similar for fraternal twins. And they're most definitely, in my heart, NOT ready for a mainstream Kindergarten setting. We will determine their best option for the fall as it gets closer.  They're both so incredible--so deliciously precious, so funny, and so weird. Their brains fascinate me, and frustrate me. They have beautiful cursive handwriting and recitation skills that blow my mind. But they’re stubborn, nearly impossible to reason with, and socially strange. They're a mystery to me, and yet I know their idiosyncrasies by heart.   They're predictably unpredictable.  🤷🏻 ‍ Life with Jack and Linc is like living with foreign exchange students, from Mars, who have very little grasp of the language, no care at all for social norms, t...