Heather's House of Blog: Save the Blog

Well, friends--My blog stats are down. I was raking in almost 150 blog views per day about a week ago. I am now down to 16, and I account for some of those. I am not in this for the comments. I have come to terms with the fact that comments aren't as easy to come by on blogs, but a 90% viewer loss in 6 days is not my proudest accomplishment. It is difficult to justify wasting time writing these thought nuggets when the only person reading them is my mom, and I already talk to her one million times a day. I'm thinking of creating "Save the Blog" T-shirts to spread awareness of this important issue. The back could say "I get my thought nuggets from Heather's House of Blog."

I understand that you people are busy, and you have more important priorities than my silly little page. I understand that you have bought into the idea that your children need to eat more than one meal a day. So be it. But just remember, as you are spending your precious time with your precious little family, I am sitting in front of a laptop weeping, waiting for you to come back to me.

Enough of that. I leave you with only a few thoughts this evening.

*The manufacturers of infant clothing have obvioiusly never actually had children. That is the only logical explanation for them placing buttons and button-holes on the backs of Newborn and 0-3 month clothes. Shouldn't the thought occur to them that these babies can barely hold their heads up at this age, much less sit up on their own? So, to get these clothes fastened, you have to flip them over and try to get the shirt buttoned quicker than a complete melt-down and a messy vomit occur. It's a mess.

*Questionable compliment of the day: Heather, not very many people could pull off the outfit you are wearing today, but you do!" Me: Thank you! (Wait, what's wrong with my outfit?)

*Yesterday morning, my son was taking a bath while I was blow drying my hair before church. He kept saying "I wanna play with Play Dough." I didn't give it much thought, since he ALWAYS wants to play with Play Dough. After several minutes of him saying this, I turned around to talk to him and he showed me the Play Dough. It was NOT Play Dough. It was feces.