a time to keep: Arden Quirks

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.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Arden Quirks

So. Arden calls me "Daddy" and always has. It's gotten to be a family joke. Now Mac calls me Daddy too, just to be funny. (I retaliate and call him Arden when he does.)

She also says "Thank you" (Dah-doo) every time you give her something. How is it that I'm still working on this with my three-year-old but my fifteen-month-old gets it? Crazy times.

Arden is also hitting the major willful stage. She is NOT afraid to show her Diva side. It nearly always involves coming in from outside. We are hoping we can nip this in the bud! But I'm not as worried or upset by it as I was when Mac went from sweet/chill baby to a kid with an opinion!

Speaking of the kid with an opinion: