I read a few mommy blogs (and even a daddy blog), and basically what I've learned is this: In order to produce an entertaining, funny blog, you need to have kids who do stuff that drives you to the point of near-insanity. Like All & Sundry's author whose toddler won't sleep through the night and stuffs dog hair in his mouth when he's angry.
I don't have stuff like that to write about. Well, okay, there's the fact that he'll say "da da da" all day long, but anytime anybody asks him to say "ma ma" he blows razzberries instead. Or there's the time I forgot to close his closet door and he could reach it from the crib and played with it noisily for a few minutes in the middle of the night before going back to sleep on his own. Or the time he woke up because his pajamas, sheet and blanket were soaked due to an inadequately fastened diaper, but once he was changed and dry went RIGHT BACK TO SLEEP (there's a trend here).
I guess I could write about the bicycle and bike seat I got for Christmas and have only used once due to Alex's wardrobe being ill-equipped for this freakish cold spell we're having, but that's Mother Nature's fault and not Alex's. Or maybe it's my fault because of my refusal to shell out the dough for cold-weather clothes when it'll be warm again in a week or two and by the time it's cold enough again to wear it he'll be, like, five sizes bigger. I'll just wait a couple weeks to ride the bike.
I don't have horror stories. I don't wish I did. I have a happy, tame baby and a boring blog. Somehow, I'll cope.
