I just realized that while I was camping this weekend, my one year blog anniversary came and went. On September 2nd, 2005, I sat down between changing a diaper and disentangling Katie from a nest of clean laundry to compose my thoughts and send them out into the ether. It’s some sort of literary miracle that my blog has lasted this long, considering that I ran out of things to say after two weeks.
So to celebrate, I am reposting this, my very first blog post. I’d say something inspiring about how I’ve changed and grown, but, to be honest, I don’t know much more now than I did then.
Life is full of surprising twists, and never more so than when you share your home with children.
Their capacity to devise new and unique ways to drive you slowly out of your mind is boundless. (Perhaps that’s a resource the Pentagon should look into. There’s not a terrorist alive who wouldn’t crack under the torture of 648 episodes of The Wiggles played back to back.)
Children are also the world’s greatest scientists, and their experiments run to places where I would never have dreamed of putting up a baby gate (a thoroughly useless apparatus, anyway.) Which brings me to….
Sentences I Never Imagined Saying Before I Had Kids:
Don’t glue things to your brother.
Did you get this out of the sink or the toilet?
That’s not Barbie’s hairbrush; it’s for Mommy’s teeth.
Please take that out of the cat.
Smarties are NOT a fruit!
Why do you have on three pairs of underwear?
Where’s the rest of the Q-tip?
You can’t wear paper clothes to school, sweetie.
Let me get this straight…someone else peed your pants?