I suppose it might get old, this writing out the phonetic spelling of little kid words, or more specifically the reading of it. I’ve gone back through my archives and read some of my old posts. There are many I’d rather have gone, the style, the content or the absence of editing all making me blush. I don’t strike them from the record, knowing that in the same way that there will be memories I’d rather didn’t exist, so too will there be less than perfect blog entries. My legacy for the girls, part memories we created together and part my retelling of moments they may not recall, is something I hope will be as rich as it is authentic. There have been starts…