I’m back to feeling like I don’t really have much to say and so why should I come here and tell you guys unimportant details about my life, so I’m not so inspired to stop in. But now that I’m here, I can think of 429 things I want to share with you, so, being a democratic blog, I’ll let you all decide:
Do you want me to tell you about the photography workshop I’m attending in two weeks? (details will be limited because that’s just the way I am but still…I am dying that it’s almost here.)
Do you want to hear how my 8 year old daughter hurt my feelings last night and how last week she said “sex” and this morning she said “bitch” and how scared out of my mind I am to be raising a daughter? (which will undoubtedly turn into a post begging parents to either A. watch their language around their children or B. if you must use these words in front of your children, please stress to them that these are words only adults use…)
Should I tell you how I gave Anna and Noah Rice Krispies today, for their first time and I was like “listen! SNAP! CRACKLE! POP! ooooh” and they were like “yeah but it still tastes like sand.” And I realized what a simple child I was.
Would you rather hear about how my husband spoiled me on my birthday shopping trip on Saturday and see my goodies from Anthro?
or would you prefer I shut my mouth and show you some newborn photos from my session on Monday?
Seriously.
You decide.
What everyone said. You have many loyal followers who comment.
Well this random post turned out just perfectly! Sorry about the things your daughter said. It really is sad how early kids are exposed to things now days. People it is okay to protect and shelter your kids and let them be kids a bit!
All of it! Not all at once, of course. You can break it up into several posts and then you won’t have to worry about having nothing to post!
I pick goodies from anthropologie.
ok, seeing that newborn pictures makes me sooo jealous that i didn’t get naomi’s pictures done by you!!! i love the wooden bowl idea- genius! now if i have a third child, you better watch out, i WILL be contacting you.
and since i love to shop, i’m not going to lie, i want to see your shopping spree finds.
Raising girls….it hurts. Maybe more that raising boys. But then you look at them ands suddenly they are all grown up and beautiful and picking out what college they want to go to. sigh… why do they have to grow up too fast….
I almost spit my food out when I read what Anna said so i can only imagine what you did when you heard her say it.
And I want to know everything.
And I loved Rice Krispies when I was growing up. But not the generic crap. Only the real deal for me, baby.
I’m curious as to the story behind miss anna, but am a fashionista at heart, so those are my top two choices!
I usually don’t comment, but today I guess I will. Here’s what I think:
Would love to hear about the photography and see your gorgeous pics as well.
Girls…mine is 13. There are days I LOVE her and days I…don’t love her as much. Signing her up for high school which makes me so sad, so enjoy those 8 year old moments.
Rice Krispies–I still love them (only the real kind though!)
Shopping trip–of course we want to see that too. So there, now you have 4 or 5 things you can blog about at any time! I’ll read and enjoy whichever you choose!
I want to hear about Anna. I have an 8 year old and its a difficult age. I would like to commiserate with you.
ummmm, all of the above???!!!!
I’m with Micki, all of the above! Sharing some of the not-so-nice stuff once in a while helps keep things real. Not that you haven’t had your share of reality. Seriously, you amaze me. The Rice Krispies tidbit made me giggle. And I can never get enough of your photography. So, yeah, all of the above.
OMG, that is the cutest newborn photo ever! I have never commented before but HAD to comment today when I saw that photo of the baby in the green knitted pea pod. I wish I lived near you so that you could photograph our children. I stumbled across your blog sometime last year and have become a regular reader, but never commented until now. Seeing that picture today convinced me to finally send you a comment to let you know how awesome that photo is. Great job!
All of it!!
I’d like to hear MORE about ALL of it…and anything else random you’d like to say…..:) As for the “not so nice” words….you’d be amazed (and probably already know this) at how much they pick up from other kids at school….those kids have older brothers and sisters too!!!! My son, Luke, came home grabbing his crotch one day…when I asked him what he was doing…he replied “the Michael Jackson”….his 5 year old friend from school taught him that!!! ugh!!!!!
Oh I understand the girl thing, I have a 12 year old daughter, just wait it gets more complex as you go. She just recently found her first boyfriend and lost him yesterday. I should say he broke up with her because she would not kiss him! Secretly I was glad that she stood her ground and was not forced to do anything she wasn’t ready for (I praised her highly for that). I hate that it all starts so early. I have sheltered her from most things and have a strict policy about language, but just wait until they hit junior high its a whole different world! Sorry for the novel. I love your blog!!
Amber
Beth- this shot is stunning. Fantastic job!
All of the above? lol
I don’t think her issue is with the word itself, as much as it is about a parents readiness to discuss the birds and the bees. Some parents will be very comfortable and good at this, and may do so at an earlier age. That’s respectable. However all parents should use “discretion” and know not all parents, nor are all children, prepared for the same talks at the same each. Therefore we should all have a mutual respect for others. And if I have a very blunt discussion with my six year old girl regarding masturbation because of her curious habits, I should also explain to her that this is a private discussion and ask her not to teach this course to her younger friends on the school bus. That makes a discussion out of necessity create curiosity and possibly confusion for children who are not ready or in need of this lesson.