Why am I Blogging?

I am the lone girl in a house that is overrun with testosterone.  I have a husband who is a boy, we have three little boys ages 8, 5, and 4, our bulldog is a boy as well as our cat.  The only pink in this lego and hot wheels infested house are two bath towels that I purchased on the Target clearance rack in my desperate effort to girl up this place.  It didn't work, but each time I wrap myself in those pink towels, I have a nice moment of girl-ness.  Don't get me wrong.  I love these boys more than anything, and I would have it no other way.  I won't experience girl drama in the teen years, and I'll save a fortune on feminine products and weddings.   In fact, if I was to have another baby (which I would absolutely LOVE, unfortunately my husband has been snipped, tied, and burnt but I'm still hopeful that one might hop the fence one day), I would want a fourth boy.  I love them.  Rowdy, messy, full of spunk and cuteness and they always stick up for their Mama.

I have been told countless times "You need to blog!"  What in the world is a blog?  I still have a cell phone that only calls people.  I'm not a real technical sort of person.  However, I have caved and think I have figured out how to make a blog.  We'll see if that's true.  Anyway, I don't expect to have any followers, and that's okay.  I can handle it if I'm not real popular in the blog arena, seeing how there are probably millions of you out there.  My one goal in this project is to have a written record of all the cute, sweet, and ornery  things my boys have done and will do (that I can remember).  Just being pregnant and giving birth to them has depleted most of my brain cells, listening to them fight, wrestle, scream, and whine have depleted the rest.  I'm afraid that by the time they are grown, if I have survived it, I will be without my hearing and memory.   I want them each to have a record these memories and know how much I have loved being their mommy.