Honestly, I have been thinking about writing those things down for quite some time, but I just keep putting it off. Why? Mainly because there's sooooo many people out there already writing about their kids. Who wants to read all of that stuff? Yeah, kids are funny. Bill Cosby did a show about it. Move on. That's been my knee-jerk reaction to the idea until recently, when I realized that the answer has changed.
Who wants to read all that stuff? The grandparents want to. The aunts and uncles want to. A few friends here and there want to. And I want to read it too. Not now, but two years, four years, ten years from now, I want to remember the day my son Benjamin used the toilet for the first time. His surprised exclamation of "Makes noisy!" He's four now, and is still extremely talkative on the can. I wouldn't be at all surprised if half of what I end up writing here is quotes from Ben while he's taking care of business. I want to remember that Penelope's current favorite pastime is putting on whatever shoes or boots she can find and walking around the house in them. She's 20 months old, so it's about 50/50 whether they are on the correct foot or not, but she always manages to at least get them going the right direction. And who knows.. maybe some day they'll want to read all that stuff too. That would be cool. Then again, maybe they'll be completely embarrassed by it. That might be cool too, but only in the proper context.
But I'm going to write it down. I'll do my best to make it readable, and perhaps even spend enough time to make things entertaining to people who aren't related to my kids. But I make no guarantees, and I reserve the right to be selfish and just remove the thing from public view altogether. If I don't know you but you find this stuff interesting, then be my guest (for now).
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