Mother knows best

Taking a cue from one of Peyton's favorite movies, I'm listening to my mumzie and restarting Peyton's Place. Because, as we all know, mother's are usually right. When my mother said I would be regretful in years to come for not having a record of all of Peyton's cuteness, I could't argue. So here I am, after my seven month hiatus, with a promise to myself to post at least once a week. If I succeed, my three readers can all buy me a drink (margarita frozen, no salt or a glass of Martinelli pinor noir). If I fail, I will have to live with the consequences of my actions - not having an online record of sweet Peyton's daily activities, quirky expressions, or seemingly unforgettable conversations. And I'll be forever labeled with the title "bad mom."

Some things will need to change. The posts will be simpler and more to the point. I will not try to recap time missed, but simply write about the happenings of the day (er, week). I will maybe include a nugget or two about Peyton's parents (us!) since I think our lives are pretty great as well. I might begin using swear words, cause that's how I roll.

But one thing will stay the same. Peyton's adorable face will be plastered all over the damn (see, I warned you) thing. Afterall, that's why you came.