So, I just scrolled through the last few pages of my blog because I feel like I’ve been posting fluff. I’ve hardly even posted about ME. It’s mainly been about TV and how I hate Mondays. I feel kinda bad because when I go back to read this blog in 65 years, I won’t even remember what’s going on in my life. I’ll just remember sitting at my kitchen table with my laptop glued to my face and my Tivo buzzing in the background.
I say all that to say: I don’t know what to blog about today.
(Surprise, surprise, surprise)
You know I have 2 other blogs? My vacation blog (oh vacation, so original!) I only update when I go on vacation. Obviously. It’s my version of scrapbooking, you know. I also have a Lydia blog. I don’t link to it here. I’m sure some of you have seen it, but I just don’t want Lydia’s every cough and hiccup up for ogling by any old random internet freaky. (Not that anyone reading this blog is random or freaky.)
So. I say all that to say: I can’t figure out when to blog about Lydia.
This is some huge stuff, isn’t it? People are dying from AIDS in Africa, there’s a war going on and I’m not sure where to blog about my daughter.
I like blogging about her at her blog so I can chronicle her life. I mean one day she’ll want to read it, right? Or will she?
But I like blogging about her here because after all, this blog is about me (hence the title) and Lydia’s the biggest thing in my life. The shortest, yes, but definitely the biggest.
But I don’t want to post the same thing at each blog. Double posting gets boring and time consuming.
So. I say all that to say: We went to the park with Lydia’s cousins this week.
(What a pay off!)
Lydia is still getting used to them. She’s kind of
a mama’s girl clingy shy. Her cousin Bryar, 3 months younger, is also taller and more independent than Lydia. Bryar’s favorite game is to un-velcro Lydia’s shoes. Well, Lydia does not appreciate this. Especially while she’s trying to throw the ball or run down the hall with 3 year old Judah. So now when she sees Bryar coming, Lydia starts crying and running for me. That’s got to make Aunt Melody feel good.
But she is getting better! Last night we went to a country fried restaurant for dinner. When the girls were finished eating, we took them outside to walk up and down the sidewalk (whoo-eee!) and they held hands the whole time, talking and giggling with each other. Next time Bryar comes to visit, they’ll be best friends!
Here are the cousins at Sonic. (Somebody say “cherry limeade”!) Can you feel the love?