a time to keep

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.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

We have been laughing--hysterically--all day about this.

Mac loves to play in his closet. It's just big enough for him. He likes to shut the door while he's in there. We have begun to suspect that when he closes the door, he dances. So we decided to tape him. Our suspicions were confirmed...

...notice that he spots the camera and says, "Oh no! What's that?" So the dancing ends because he realizes he's being watched. He grabs the camera and brings it out to me.

PS--sorry for the poor quality. The closet light was on but it's not very bright. But you get the idea.