I read a lot of so-called “Mommy Blogs”. I kind of hate that title, mostly because I somehow think that because they are written by Mommies (and some Daddies) that they can’t be good writers. But the truth is, some (not all) of the Mommy-bloggers I read are absolutely fantastic writers. Sometimes I feel a bit silly about spending so much time reading the thoughts of all these people that I don’t know in real life. But often the writing connects with me in a very real way. This blog entry explains how I feel about “my blogs” really well.
In other news, Kieran is nine months old today. Despite wreaking havoc on my nights, he’s a pretty funny little guy. He loves to watch his sister who he pretty much worships at this point. This may change in a few years when he realizes he’s big enough to beat the crap out of her. He still refuses to attempt crawling or pulling himself up to a standing position or waving bye bye or sleeping through the night. Often he will be so annoyed that I am trying to nurse him (MOTHER! Can’t you see that I have so many other highly urgent things that need my attention right now???) and will be squirming and turning to look at Avery/grab anything he can reach and then when I get up to bring him to his bed for his nap he snaps to attention and gets right down to business, nuzzling my boob like it’s his long lost best friend (See what a good baby I am? I promise I’ll be good. Just don’t put me in the cage!)  It doesn’t work to stall his nap, but it’s cute. He is still learning that in this house there is no “counting to three”. You better listen up the first time because your Mama? She is not a patient lady.
And finally, I have introduced a new word to my vocabulary recently, stolen from RLP: suctitude. Meaning to suck intensely, full of suckiness, extremely sucky. I’m sure I’ll find an excuse to use it before long!
