This morning Sophie and I were the first ones up. Well, except for John who'd already left for work. That is the one thing I'll miss when school starts; those waking up slow mornings where the kids and I can just cuddle up and talk.
Soph and I were on the couch and she was telling me a story. I was mostly paying attention to the sunlight on her face, the beautiful grey and green in the brown of her eyes. I asked her if I could take a picture of her eye, and she said I could only if she could take one of mine.
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I told John last night that I was thinking of deleting that last post because I wrote it when I was tired and it came out all sloppy and wonky and it wasn't well written. Truthfully? I thought about deleting it because I imagined one of those people who thinks, just on general principle, that "Mommybloggers" shouldn't be blogging, reading it and thinking, "See? This is the thing I'm talking about!"
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I swear that this time I wasn't wishing for something to write about.
The girls and I were home alone tonight, and since they'd been begging to go to the ice cream store all day, I told them we could go after supper IF they helped pick up the living room and IF they quit throwing those awful, stompy fits. I brought the camera, because little kids and ice cream makes for a good photo opp.
We can walk to the ice cream store, which is next to a big grocery store. There's a little alleyway sort of path that we call the shortcut, 'cause it is, and we generally walk through that way. A very small parking lot is next to the alleyway, and a car I'd never seen before was parked illegally there, right off the main road. The car was old and full of a whole ton of stuff. I didn't look too closely, but it looked like maybe someone was living out of it. Or maybe using it to gather recyclables to turn in for cash. After the girls got their ice cream, we started to walk back home. I was taking pictures of the girls. (you can see them here)
We were getting near the alley, and we were goofing around and having fun. A man approached us with one of those grocery store baskets full of food, and I smiled at him while mentally giving him props for bringing his own handbasket and not using paper or plastic bags.
Continue reading "Attempted eating" »
Until a few moments ago, I couldn't think of anything much that I wanted to blog about. And now, here I am, all fired up by some comments (of the looking down your nose type) about mothers.
My first instinct is to reply with lots of foul language and a smack upside the head, but as is always the case, that is never helpful.
This all began at BlogHer 05 with the "just a mommyblogger" attitude that some women had. They believed that women who write about raising their children are writing fluff and aren't really bloggers. I remember hearing someone say that blogs are powerful tools and that if you were going to use that tool it should be to write about real things that matter, like current events, politics, war, famine and (insert your important cause here). I didn't have a problem with that until I realized that she was saying that writing about your life wasn't important enough to make the list. That, specifically, writing about raising children wasn't important enough. About then, Alice stood up and set everyone straight and became the undisputed Mama Blogger Heroine when she said what so many of us were thinking, that blogging honestly about being a mother is a radical act.
Continue reading "Be careful what you wish for." »
