
Ok, ok....I've finally done it....I've started a blog. Justin claims I'm a "cyber junkie" (which couldn't be farther from the truth, by the way) but, since he put it out there, I figured I might as well go with it. I really just want to create a space where I can document life with our very entertaining daughter, Kate, aka Bird Susan.
Let it be said right here, right now that I am not a comedianne (but Kate seems to be!), nor am I a stickler for grammar (but Justin is; so I'm sure he will be horrified by my posts). So, please don't come to this blog with any expectations other than to hear more about Kate. And remember, I am her mother so I have a completely biased opinion of how cute, funny, and utterly brilliant she is!
I will try to update as soon as possible, but please don't hold me to a strict schedule. But, who knows...maybe this will be as addicting as Facebook!
So, since this blog is and will be almost entirely focused on Kate, I should at least tell one funny story to get us started on the right foot.
A little background...One of Justin's jokes with Kate is that her feet smell like cheese. Ask her at any time what her feet smell like and she will happily report, "CHEESE!" Wierd, I know, but she thinks it is hilarious. So, the other day we are driving to dinner and Justin and I are talking about who knows what, but much to Kate's dismay, she is not actively involved in the conversation. She made several attempts to interrupt, but when we didn't stop talking, she finally announced --in a very matter of fact tone -- "Grandma smells like cheese!" As you can imagine, that came at us from left field, and we came close to having to pull the car over because we were laughing so hard. And no, Grandma DOES NOT smell like cheese.