New Name

Just a bit of a blog construction. The name has been changed to just Rosebud and Papoosie Girl...the name seemed just a bit too long and cumbersome. These are nicknames their Nana gave each of them practically at birth. I have my own of course too, and while these may sound strange they are Rosebud and Papoosie Girl in every way.

Now the name is just right.

Words

These are some of the words Rosebud has used this week in no particular order:

barbarian
hopeless
disaster

Rosebud I might remind you is three years old! (Sorry for the misleading pic-no we don't have a prodigy on our hands-see note below) I think we are in big trouble if she can say and use these words in perfect context so soon. I am fairly certain these are all from The Little Mermaid her current fave movie. Papoosie Girl is still so scared of Ursula she can barely watch while Rosebud has it all figured out, "Mommy is Ariel's Daddy bad?" "No sweetie he is just upset because Ariel was late for the concert." Rosebud replies with, "Is Ursula bad or does she have a tummy ache?" If only all bad people in the world just had tummy aches. Can you tell I watched The National tonight while sitting at my laptop while dear hubby snored on the sofa.

I digress. While Rosebud has a wonderful and expansive vocabulary she still does have a bit of babyism clinging to her that I never correct...I just can't bring myself to. Not that I repeat them either, it is just such a little bit of baby left. It is all ending too soon as it is. Again in no particular order:

Are sir for Arthur
Max and Ruvy for Max and Ruby
speggy for spaghetti
quackers for crackers
hopsicle for popsicle

I know this is no great revelation and I am sure my other great blogger mom's could fill pages and pages with cute and adorable babyisms but the thing is these are so far and few between in my house now. I sometimes think I must do this again. The baby thing that is, so I can get it right and document every last detail so I will never forget. I have kept some form of book, journal and calendar at all times but it never feels like enough. Why is it when I hold a friends newborn and stare at that tiny person I think why don't I remember all this? The little ear like a fiddlehead, the downy head, the way they fit so perfectly in your arms. No answers folks. The jury is still out on this one.

Words brought me here tonight. And, I guess brought me more places than I bargained for. Wonderful wonderful words. Just waiting for the right time to escape. Rosebud no doubt feels the same way.


Note adorable baby picture of Rosebud cruising our halls in Papoosie Girl's doll stroller. Shameless chance for me to peek at our little cutie.

Why? Why? Why?

I keep asking myself why do I want to do this? This being starting my own blog. My initial intention was to keep a living diary of our family, just for us really. Then there is my sister in South Korea for the next year who we miss terribly and this seemed like a good way for her to keep track of us. So I jumped in, stayed up until 1am one night and poof I had a blog. Then I stalled-big time. I kept reading my ever growing list of favourites and commenting on (up until recently) just Catherine's blog but, never quite embraced my own blog. I read of blog burnout and became afraid before I even started...I kept thinking if this isn't rewarding or even fun then why do it at all?

Every time I read a great post on someone else's blog I think this is why I don't need to write anything about anything (except about my family) since there are so many other great blogs out there where I hear my own voice as I read the magic words. Words about things I think and feel. I say "yes!" that is exactly what I think about whatever the topic at hand is.


Then Catherine (Newman) asked the question recently and made me think about it all over again. These are some of the thoughts I shared on her comments when she asked the questions why do you keep a blog, why do you read other people's blogs, and does it all affect the way you parent or think about parenting. Tough questions with a lot of whys built in.

Some of the answers I came up with...

I started it to keep a living history of our family where everything feels so endless and fleeting all at once. I was completely inspired by Catherine's postings at Baby Center and her new blog. This is a slippery slope I have discovered. After reading only Catherine's posts for so many years I feel a bit like I over ate at the buffet by the gluttony of posts I am trying to read now. I read them because it is so personal and anonymous at the same time. I learn things, relate to people and generally take comfort in the fact that while we may not all be the same we all love our kids to death, are terrified daily of losing them, and generally can't even imagine life before them.

When I read great blogs like Bub and Pie, I constantly nod in agreement and say to myself I so hear you. These postings have always resonated with me in a way that nothing else ever did - kind of a kindred spirits thing without ever having met. These wonderful writers can put into words my feelings of deepest love, silliest worries, darkest thoughts and make it all seem so effortless.

So I guess the answer lies herein, blogs give you a sense of comfort that there are parents all over the planet going through the exact same thing you are going through. Reading and writing blogs heals your soul and is like a nice cool washcloth on your forehead all at the same time.

I KNOW I am a better and more mindful parent for having met these other wonderful families. I try very consciously to be more mindful and to remember we really do hold their hearts in our hands one of the most memorable lines I gleaned from Catherine.

Maybe I just have grand ambitions of becoming one of the "popular" bloggers but, I don't think so. I kind of like pulling my chair up to the buffet while I only bring an appetizer. There are so many great blogs to visit for now that fills me up while I slowly work on my corner of the blogosphere. I like the idea of preserving a living history, saving on therapist bills and the feeling I get from reading something so familiar I feel like the words have been pulled right out of my brain.

Not sure the "why" has been answered and not sure it matters. I have things to say and will say them from time to time. In the meantime I will shamelessly visit my favourites and work on getting my corner of the world up and running.

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Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends.

Amy this is for you

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