a time to keep: Time is Relative

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.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Time is Relative

Our normal morning routine:

Brad and I get up, enjoy coffee on the porch, spend a little time together.

Mac calls for us at 8 o'clock. (We have a clock in his room and he knows not to call for us before 8. He usually wakes around then, but if he wakes earlier, he 'reads' books until it's time. Then he calls to us, "It turned number 8!!! It turned number 8!!", until someone comes in.)

Arden wakes between 8 and 8:30. We feed both kids, Brad leaves for work, I take Mac and Arden for a walk.

Saturday mornings:

We all sleep until 8 : )

This morning:

Brad and Mac were up at 8, Arden was still sleeping so I slept in too (waiting for Arden). When I got up around 8:30, Mac and Brad were sitting at the breakfast table. Mac says, "It turned number 8 for Mama!"

I wish I could relay how cute and funny this was! I suppose Mac thinks that the clock in our room had just turned 8--and that's why I got up then?