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.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Wise Men and Raincoats, "Too TIght" and 8 hours!

Wise Men and Raincoats:
When we got out the nativity scene tonight, Mac informed us that the wise men, shepherds, and Mary and Joseph are wearing raincoats. I suppose I can sort of see how the garb from the time of Jesus is poncho-esk. I tried to explain that those are the clothes that people wore when Baby Jesus was born...but I have a feeling it will be awhile before that sinks in.

"Too Tight":
Mac's new way of complaining about anything not to his liking is to tell us that it's too tight. Sometimes this makes sense...he doesn't want to wear this pair of shoes--they are too tight. He doesn't want to be in his car seat so he complains it's too tight. (Neither the shoes nor the car seat are in reality too tight--but the complaint actually makes sense, at least.) He also applies the complaint to other things that make no sense: He doesn't want a particular food, so it's "too tight". He doesn't like that I've latched the screened porch door so he can't go outside and dig (his new obsession, by the way), so it's "too tight". So, in reality he has no idea what the phrase itself really means.

8 Hours:
Arden slept last night from 11:30 pm to 7:30 am. She turns 7 weeks today. YAY ARDEN!! I'm hoping it will last, but trying to remind myself that she's still brand new to the world and it's okay if it doesn't.

Speaking of the little girl, she's calling for me now. Hope this post makes sense because I don't have time at the moment to read back over it...

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