One of the reasons I blog is to practice writing. I've never been opposed to getting, and would actually encourage you to give me feedback in this regard, but most of you are not my English Professor and aren't reading in order to critique my storyline, grammar and overall cohesiveness. And that's okay too. I'm also a born scrapbooker and with all my fancy scissors, stickers and a rainbow of paper collecting dust, let's just admit it: this is the new scrapbook as well.
After the last blog entry, a good friend pointed out that it wasn't extremely clear how the title of the post was proven in the copy. I re-read it and it was true, but by then I was just going to have to leave it, as I told her, "a cryptic ramble with a misleading title." I was remembering the all-day process it took to get me to the last sentence. I was up and down out of my chair, doing that mommy thing (food, water, toys, cleaning, redirecting, food, mediating, damage control, more food). And that's with Dave home doing the other half! It was exhausting and I just didn't care anymore by the end. I could have saved it, slept on it, proof-read it once more, and then published something more polished but I'm just glad I'm hitting that publish button at all (this applies to everything on this blog, really). Does my desire to cross something off a list and get it out of my noggin override my desire to be a good writer? Unfortunately, I think it does. But still...critique away...if you have any idea what you're talking about.
By the way, want to know what kind of shenanigans go down when mommy blogs? Try this on for size:
|They were especially proud/excited about the dramatically-placed knife. Is there a Gulliver moment in my future?|
Just so you know, we're not one of those families that keeps everything dangerous away from our children-- we just don't have the fortitude of those blessed people. Rather, we like to immerse our children in kitchen danger: such as chopping vegetables, boiling water for noodles, steaming said vegetables, and the most casualty-laiden of all: WASHING THE DISHES.
Although, the casualties are usually to my wedding dishes.
We won't talk about the hanging of outdoor Christmas lights with Daddy [shudder...]