a time to keep: Fireknuckles are back!

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, October 27, 2009

Fireknuckles are back!

2 things you should know as background to this story:

1. My husband is a big knuckle-cracker (my mom's pet-peeve!).

2. Mac used to call fire trucks "fire knuckles". We have no idea why. He doesn't do it anymore.

The other day, Brad popped Mac's toes for the first time. Mac thought it was hilarious and has been begging Brad to do it again ever since. Brad told Mac that this was called popping his knuckles. So today, Mac climbed onto the couch with Brad and said, "Daddy, pop firetruck!" Translation, "Daddy, pop my knuckles!" Oh, the logic of a 2 year old...