OK. It's harder than I thought to find/make time for my blog. I get so wrapped up in the ones I want to read, then my housework suffers, and my daughter wonders why Mommy won't play with her. I'm still working out the schedule, but I AM going to do this. A brilliant writer whose name I can't remember right now once said that writing is like water, nothing comes out if you don't turn on the faucet. So I'm turning on the faucet, and hopefully said brilliant writer isn't turning in his grave that I can't remember his name (I do remember he is a "he" and he's dead. That should narrow it down right?)
None of that had anything to do with earwax. Right? I know; I'm getting to that. Right now.
My little girl asked me on Saturday, "How do ears make earwax?" I told her I didn't know, but we could look it up on the Internet. (I get so excited to say that because we've been without the Internet for most of her short life). We both forgot the conversation until, conveniently, just before bedtime. She looked at me and said in her drama-princess* voice, "Mommy, we forgot to find out about earwax on the Internet!" I let her get by with this stalling tactic for a few reasons: I had told her we could look it up, I would like to introduce her to the computer as soon as I can, so she won't be behind all the other kids later, and she was just so dog-gone cute about the whole thing.
We found the website about earwax (KidsHealth something, I'd make a link, but I still don't have that down quite yet), and I helped her work the mouse. She was clicking and scrolling like a pro before I finally made her go to bed.
Oh the excitment of being a mommy. Gotta love it!
*Mommy is the only "drama queen" in our house, thank you!
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