Our Little Soul in Seoul: Aaannd....I'm back!

(note: if you are viewing this on a mobile device and it is extremely hard to read, scroll to bottom and go to 'web version'. I am too lazy to fix this problem, I rely on you, dear reader, to fix it yourself. Thank you)

Oh September, where hath thou gone and why no posts???
I'm sure no one is still here reading this. That's what I tell myself some days that I have a nagging feeling that I should post. Other reasons I avoid bogging include but are not limited to: fatigue, uninspired, busy busy busy, and total amnesia that I HAVE a blog. But honestly, the last 6weeks I have been having an internal debate about the future of this blog. The time when this blog started was a crazy exciting time, I loved reading other blogs about the wait and travel parts of adoption. The stories of families in similar stages and struggles with the adoption process, and then the fun travel stories and 'Gotcha Days'. Thrilling! I started my own primarily to keep my family and friends up to the minute when I travelled to Seoul. And then the exciting chapter of being home and getting to know our new child was the second chapter, still exciting for us, but I started to feel like I had to sell everyone in blog-land on how great and exciting life still was to keep you all coming back. And that is where this blog started to get easy to neglect. I felt as if I was pushing 'don't we have the cutest/funniest cat ever' photos and stories, trying to convince you of how charming our life is. And so I just got too busy and ignored this thing, because I am all about genuineness. I can't stand the 'magazine perfect' culture that pervades so many blogs that I read/used to read. I crave realness, hearing of others' struggles edifies my own. I'm not the only one 'failing'. There are some amazing blogs I read, candid, personal, real. I am so inspired by these women, and I long to be free about journaling like them. Ahhh, alas, the conflict: I am an intensely private person, and knowing some people who read this blog (and imagining some others) its tough to expose such vulnerability to them. Also, I feel pretty confidant that Z's foster family is reading this for updates on Z. Do they need to read my soul searching? Hear about the triumphs and tragedies involved in parenting a teen in college, a son in braces, and a toddler in diapers, and the other one? I call my reality show "Toddlers and Teens". It's a dramedy.
So as I ponder the future of this blog, please: enjoy some photos from our charming life!