Picture of the day: This is Benjy swimming like a fish. He loves water when he can touch the bottom of the pool. He's very nervous when he can't, and so he hangs onto one's neck as a tree frog hugs a branch.
Well, this is the beginning of my blog. I'm excited to start this online journal for a couple of reasons. I LOVE to journal, but I HATE to write. So, here I can mix my quick typing (and deletion) skills with my need to say something to nobody in particular. I really want to keep this going, so I'm gonna need some sort of incentive. Perhaps a banana split will do the trick. Yeah, I can have a big ol' banana split if I keep my blog going till the end of August. (Imagine how I'll reward myself if I can keep it going till the end of the year! Yeah!)
I have fretted for a few days about what to call my blog. I finally was git with a stroke of inspiration when "At Random" popped into my head. That was the title of my dad's newspaper column at the Coalfield Progress years and years ago when he worked there. I think it's fitting that I can use it for my blog now. Truly, it's the little bits and pieces of randomness that make up the meat of our lives. I hope to use this blog to explore a few of these random moments.
Today my boys are FINALLY happy, content, and quiet. What a morning they've had wrestling (you can imagine how Benjy won that one!), fussing with each other, taking things from each other, and just generally crossing that imaginary line that separates siblings and keeps things harmonious. Well, when that line was crossed, the harmony was gone. Whew, never thought I'd say this, but thank goodness for Nick Jr.!
You know, that imaginary line is a constant, huh? I remember when my sister Michelle would cross it. Nothing would boil your blood faster than somebody impeding on your space. I hated that! I still guard my space. Some days I just want to be left alone, untouched. I don't want anybody to cross my line. Today's like that for me. I just want a bit of space. I guess kids have those days, too. I certainly understand that.
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