The cloud of "you should update your blog" hanging over my head became incredibly oppressive. Not to mention people reminding me that I hadn't posted in
No pressure.
Anyway, I've had a long time to think about what I want to do with this blog. Originally, I created The Gratton Grapevine in an attempt to keep family updated because I never had the time to call or write long emails. Looking back, the first blog posts aren't much more than pictoral essays of "Here's what we did on the weekend/holiday." As I started to realize what kind of blogging world was out there, and the different ways in which mommy blogs were used, I started writing for a broader audience. My readership grew (not substantially, but it did) and I grew increasingly divided between the original purpose of the blog (a family scrapbook) and some other drive to become a known entity.
My quandry became this. I could continue to move this blog away from its original purpose (or start another blog under a pseudonym) and work harder, more efficiently, at networking and building a community and a name for myself in the blogging world. Or I could say "F*ck it all" (sorry mom, dad... see, you can't really swear on a family blog), and return to the original premise of The Gratton Grapevine. Which involves far less effort.
And a lot less pressure.
And possibly collapsing everything behind a password-protected site. I'm still debating that one.
To whit. This is my long-winded warning to anyone and everyone who is not interested in knowing and/or seeing that we went to the park and played on the swings, or that David cooked a phenomenal meal, or that Chilco cut his leg and needed 4
I will still post funny stories and/or anecdotes, but I will no longer feel that every entry has to be crafted to fit a larger cross-section of readers. Or that it needs to meet the writerly basics of a coherent beginning, middle and end.
Now... In the words of Bill Cosby, "I told you that story, so I could tell you this one."
Last night, after a relaxing mid-week family day (Remembrance day holiday), Nate asked to do face painting. I hauled out the kit that I bought for the block party, but forgot to take with me.
We flipped through the idea booklet and Nate picked Spiderman. (Superheroes are de rigeur right now in the Gratton household.)
Here are the end results:





And so we soar into new adventures. With even more sentence fragments. And possibly more than one post every four months.
Toodles.

