Sometimes I don’t blog because I don’t have anything to say.
Sometimes I don’t blog because everything I want to say is too personal for a public blog.
Sometimes (like over Thanksgiving) I don’t blog because I don’t have ready access to the internet.
But sometimes I don’t blog because I have SO MUCH to write that when I sit down the thoughts tumble around too quickly for my fingers to decipher.
After several days with family and a road trip to Canada and a road trip home and an active toddler I have so many things to write that I can’t get it all together. Here is a quick story to entertain and amuse you while I organize my thoughts:
On the trip north I had our mackerdoodle oriented time occupiers organized with some of her favorite things near the bottom to pull out at moments of dire need. She would play with her Fisher Price animals, and when she bored of them, I would hand her a book or a stuffed animal. When she got really tired, I played a game of catch with a blue squishy pillow. Eventually she would snuggle into the pillow and go to sleep.
So I was in the process of handing her something at some point in Ohio. She had taken it from my hand, but as I withdrew the hand, she said “Mama, Mama.” and reached for me. I put my hand back, and she grabbed it in her cute pudgy baby hand. She then pulled it toward her open mouth. Just as I was about to say “No ma’am, don’t bite.” she closed her mouth, let go of my hand, and chortled with delight.
She had played her first joke on me!
Jonathan and I laughed along with her, because a child’s first prank is something to be encouraged. Then, periodically over the next twenty minutes or so, we’d hear her chuckle again at her own cleverness.
So that’s just a snapshot into the GOOD things that we experienced while driving too and from Canada for Thanksgiving. Once I label the filing system in my head, I’ll regale you with more tales from the road, tales of the nieces and nephews, and the story of how the mackerdoodle learned to go down stairs by herself and only fell once.