So, the blog. Oh, the blog. So cobwebby and dusty. why? Why you ask?

I have to admit… it’s probably because of twitter.

If I have a random thought… there’s twitter! All ready for me to input my crazy thought in 140 characters or less! And then once it’s out of my head… the drive to post on the blog is pretty much gone. The goo has been skimmed.

Which means, I’m just going to have to make more of an effort.

Jocelyn has been SO cute lately. So huggie. So kissy! So “I love you all the way up to one HUNDRED!” she’s also said a few doozies that I can actually remember to document.

2 nights ago when I put her to bed, she put on jammies that were way too small. she kept insisting that she wear them anyway. “This will be the last time, mommy.” she told me. Well, by the time we read stories and got her all tucked in, she decided they really WERE too small, and took off the top.

“Shall I get you another top?” I asked.
“No. I don’t want a top.” she said.

When we put Jocelyn to bed, she requires 3 return visits. Otherwise, she will call us and accuse us with the heat of a thousand suns in her eyes, “You didn’t check on me THREE TIMES!”

So, I went back in to check on her, and she said solemnly and seriously, “I have a problem.”

She looked so serious that I thought maybe she had pooped in her bed or something. I cautiously pulled her blanket down a little, but nothing was obviously wrong.

“What’s the problem, honey?”
“I need a lid,” she said.
Perplexed, I asked, “A lid?”
“Yes. A lid for my tummy.” she gave her bare tummy a pat. Suddenly, I knew she wanted a jammie shirt. I laughed. “OK, I’ll get you a lid.”

It wasn’t until later when I was relaying the tale to James that I got the connection. I had called her shirt a “top” – and she had, very astutely, I might add! made the connection from “top” to “lid”!

That’s my girl 🙂 My lovey dovey, 3 hugs and kisses during dinner girl.

-amy