I've said this before, but I think I mean it this time: the blog is winding down. It's not that there aren't amazing stories about these kids still to be told - given how hilarious they both are, occasionally even intentionally. It's mostly just that, well, now Finn can read.
And that considerably cuts down on my material.
As much as I'm sure he would love to read about all of the various places on this planet upon which he has deposited poop, and while I'm even more sure he'd want his classmates to also read about said poop deposits, I'm not sure I'm ready to answer the kinds of questions his discovery of this blog are sure to bring about.
I know this will crush all of my reader in St Helena, but I think I'm hanging up the poop stories and calling it a day. This has been a great way to both share just a tiny slice of the joy of these kids, as well as perhaps relieve a little stress, but I don't really need that latter outlet any more and will find other ways to share.
Then again, maybe I'll just hand the reigns of this bad boy to Edie to write. She's definitely got material, if her lengthy conversations with both dolls and dogs are any indication.
It's just a shame she won't have her entire life and all of her fecal adventures documented like her brother.
Or is it?