Entourage

So my charming eldest is snuggled up in bed with me this evening and is ready to help me write the first post for this new blog I'm starting. He wants to know what a blog is, so I explain that it is something like a diary that you keep online. "A diarrhea-y?" he innocently (well, maybe) asks me, "I had that this morning." He then goes on to give me a moment-by-moment description of his morning bout with his very own blog, so to speak...

Ok, so we have gotten off to a rough start with the whole family blogging thing. In fact, Big Guy has now verbally galloped off into 'could dinosaurs be living in the center of the earth' territory, and is pondering the effects of hot lava on said dinos. Then, smack in the middle of his musings, when I think I've lost him for good, he looks over at me and asks, "What's a blog?" again.

I tell him, "It's where you write online about anything you want."

"Oh, you mean like a diary?"

"Um, yes, just like a diary." I reply, pleased at how he has pieced this together.

Now that we have the explanations out of the way, he wants me to write that he doesn't want to be a normal human. He really likes Anakin's ship. He cannot do a cartwheel, and he also can't juggle. At this point, all the other members of the family chime in to add that they can't juggle either. When I started typing the title of this blog, it was just me, but by the time I have moved the cursor down to type the actual blog, Big Guy has snuggled up under one arm. Not long after that, his brother and sister come wandering in, followed by their dad.

No matter what I do - make dinner, read a book in my chair, write a blog, or even go to the bathroom - I inevitably draw a crowd. Granted, it's just my kids and sometimes my husband, but that does feel like a crowd sometimes. And, most of the time, it's really, really annoying.

Other times, though, it is an awesome thing. They applaud small, silly things. Like the time I made ten tissue free throws into the trash in a row from across the room, or the time I sang all the lyrics to the Diego Live CD we checked out from the library. Silly things, but things that make me feel good that someone had noticed.

Being a mom means you rarely have time for yourself, you are usually tired and have too much to do, but it also means someone thinks you are pretty amazing. It also means that someone wants to be with you. Kind of like a tiny entourage.