Okay okay, I'll start blogging again...as I see fit of course. :)
It seems that a lot of seasoned bloggers are now NOT using there children's real names. I honestly understand the reasoning that many have behind this, and I also know that sometimes in the blog world (and the real world) we just do things because, well, it's the thing to do.
So I have been entertaining myself with ideas of what new cute creative name to call Aspen on my blog. And let me tell you, I have cracked myself up. This is honestly not at all making fun of having "blog names," it's just me being a complete dork. I can't help myself. I'll run a few of my super ideas by you.
How about Kitchen Sink? Just imagine the posts, "Today Kitchen Sink was being so much fun!" or "I just love this cute dress on my little Kitchen Sink!" Maybe I could write "hubby and I are so in love with Kitchen Sink that we're hoping to add a Bathroom Sink soon!"
Kelly's suggestion was "El Conquistador." Now Kelly that's just silly. I mean come on. "El Conquistador had her shots today at the doctor. She was a real trooper though."
On to my favorite, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. What? No good? You don't want to read posts about "New Supercalifragalisticexpialidociousisms"? or hear a story like, "today I took Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious to the park. I met a lady and she asked Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious 'what's your name? Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious was being really shy, so I had to tell this woman 'her name is Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious."'
Alright, I'll stop. As you can see, I can't come up with any clever names for my little Aspen Blythe, so for now we'll just stick to that. After all, it took us years to have the opportunity to even name a child, and we think we picked a pretty perfect one. However, from now on if I refer to Kitchen Sink, El Conquistador, or Supercalifragalisticexpialidocious in a post, you'll know who I mean. :)
While pretending to order food from a drive through window, she says "I would like some waffle, and cheeseburger, and a doggy please."
While practicing putting on underwear (over her pants), she says "my panties are too slow."
Mommy was in the bathroom. Aspen was in the living room (sans diaper) and I hear her yelling. I know (of course) that this means she's going potty on the floor. She is hysterically shouting "Mommy! My bottom is leaking!!"