a time to keep: "Or Something"

Why blog? I don't even have a facebook account...it feels like it makes life so public. But then--blogging is kind of like a diary, isn't it? It makes me feel a little like Doogie Houser at the end of the day--collecting my thoughts and putting them down. I don't want to blog because I want my life to be public (though I don't mind wearing my heart on my sleeve, most of the time) or because I'm a narcissist, but because these days of our young family are so precious I don't want to lose them to a faulty memory. This time, this stage, these moments truly are 'a time to keep', and blogging is simply the most convenient way to keep them and share them.

I really didn't think I'd ever start a blog...but now that Mac has stopped calling firetrucks "fire knuckles" (he now calls them firetrucks, and I'm so sad!), I realize I'll forget that he ever did that if I don't write it down. So, the blog begins. Welcome.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

"Or Something"

As Mac becomes more proficient at talking, he's picking up on phrases that just crack me up. The latest is "or something". He just tags this on the end--with a mumble--of various sentences, and it's hilarious:

"I eat a sandwich...or something..."

"He fall down...or something..."

"Go this way...or something..." (Speaking of which, Mac LOVES to tell me which way he wants me to go.)

I suppose I must say "or something" a lot? I hadn't noticed. I should pay better attention--apparently he is!

Along the same lines, a dear friend's daughter--who is Mac's age--looked at her the other day and said, "By the way Mom, I have a dirty diaper." By the way??!? So funny.