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, January 8, 2011

Totally Random Thoughts From the Mind of a 3-Year-Old...and Somethings Sweet from Baby

Both these conversations occurred OUT OF NOWHERE.

Mac: Mom, what's Goliath's middle name?
Me: I don't know, Mac. The Bible doesn't tell us. Do you know what your middle name is?
Mac: Yes! Thomas Anderson!

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Mac: Mom, what do dust bunnies actually eat?

(How does he even know the term "dust bunnies"? That's not what I call them!)

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If you ask Arden, "What does mama say when it's time to rest?"
She sways (like we do in the rocking chair) and says, "Dees." (Her version of "Jesus"--for "Jesus Love Me".)

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