You know you’ve fallen into the “my kid is the cutest and smartest ever” trap when you say with sincere amazement, “Honey, look! He’s already learned how to try to eat his own sweater!”
A thought: If my kid really is so genius, wouldn’t he be trying to eat something other than a sweater? Just a thought.
So, whose blog is this, anyway? It's mine, and here are few tidbits about me: My name is Danica. Like the race car driver, whose name I know, but whose career I know nothing about. A Nascar fan I am not. Things like reading, playing piano, gardening, cooking, sewing, writing, and keeping my bathroom bleached are more up my alley.My maiden name is Sinclair (not Patrick), and I come from good stock. (So says my husband, anyway!) I'm the oldest of 9 kids--and my parents are neither insane, uninformed, or Catholic. They're actually the best parents you could ask for. Seriously. (And, consequently, I think pretty highly of my siblings, too, whose blogs you can access from the links below.) I've joined a new clan, though, and my husband and I have been "leaving-and-cleaving" for 2 years and counting. We have a son who you'll read much (too much?) about. Oh. And there are pictures of him, too--hundreds of them--should you care to click on over to my flickr account. I'm a stay at home mom who is redefining that title--I literally stay at home as much as I possibly can. I love to be home! Home, by the way, is in Northern California, although my roots are in a lil' ol' town in Northern New York. Lastly, I take all blame for any ridiculous, outlandish, illogical posts. Anything worth commenting on or linking to is due to my husband's encouragement. In the spirit of the Little engine That Could, "He thinks I can, He thinks I can, He thinks I can,...", and sometimes, that's all a wife needs.
The first of a week-long series on mothering without fear. Encouraging!
GOOD read.
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He’s a genius!
M
November 17th, 2006 at 12:03 am
oh, but he is amazing — didn’t you know that eating ones sweater at his age is a sign of having a high IQ?
this really did make me laugh, d. it’s too cute!
November 17th, 2006 at 12:40 pm
Although a genius is usually quite a quirky character.
:)
November 17th, 2006 at 2:43 pm
Ever written notes in your head to someone? Sometimes I’m afraid I’ve given myself the false impression that I’ve actually sent some of these “head-notes”.
In any case, I’ve been meaning to tell you how very much I’ve enjoyed your (and Ryan’s very amusing) posts. It’s so great to be able to keep up on what you’re up to these days and it’s fun to keep up with Jameson too! I’ve been smiling in recognition at the familiar “new-mom” feelings as I’ve been reliving them of late with Mariah. Joe loved to tease me after Joel was born when he’d catch me humming “I don’t wanna close my eyes…”
Aromas or elsewhere, I hope someday before too many years have passed, we can chat about motherhood and such over coffee in person.
November 22nd, 2006 at 12:17 am