Friday, January 28, 2011

Why I'm Here

Um, hi. As I clearly have no idea what I'm doing, and you clearly have some time on your hands, I believe we're on our way to an awkwardly awesome friendship. Go, us.

I have been trying to find a good way to document all the wacky, scary, funny, love-filled and oh-my-gawd-I-am-gonna-blow-a-gasket experiences that go along with motherhood. Because there is a staggering chance that the sleep depravation and constant stream of chaos is probably going to obliterate my memory of these events. I'd really hate for my little Monkey to suddenly be like, 20, and ask me what she was like as a child and me to not know.

Plus, she is ridiculously super-cute and possibly the next big rock star (once she is out of diapers of course), and there are just TOO. Many. Stories. I've been sharing them on Facebook and people alternate between laughing their hineys off and pledging to breed as long as they'd get a kid like her.

So this is my way to share her with the world... and make sure she knows how much she is loved. And how, without a doubt, the story of her pooping on the rug behind the rocking chair is absolutely going to live on Les Interwebbes. Forever.

Thus, welcome to my world and the Rockstar Life of my amazing two-year-old, whom you'll get to know as Monkey Doodle.

Smooches,
Mommy