Pioneer of Blogging

Child Five, who just turned four, came to me and very seriously said, "Mom, could we get a guitar so I can play the song that's in my heart?"

I realized that none of my family has a blog. I am a pioneer. Wow. Sadly, I am a pioneer in a vacuum, as none of my family ever read this blog. Oh, they may have checked in here and there but the only one who ever left a comment is Husband, and that's only because I wanted to know if it actually worked. So if you are a member of my family and you're reading this, COMMENT already. Husband included.
For those of you who read and comment, thank you. I love getting those. You bloggers know that we need validation. Why else are we exposing our fragile psyches to the world except to get that elusive rush, that self-confirming knowledge that we ARE?

I blog, therefore I am?

Maybe it doesn't start out that way. Maybe we (and by "we" I mean "me") innocently start blogging as a way to inform friends and family (family who don't even read this. Huh.) about what is going on in our lives; but little by little these become a way of creatively expressing ourselves, of exposing a little of ourselves to the world at large. After all, anyone could read this. What will they think? Is this blog too boring, too long, too... whatever?
I was chasing some links in friends' blogs and found a couple more blogs to add to my list of Blogs I Love to Read. I will add them if and when I get permission. (I have asked. I'm just waiting for the answer.) There are as many ways to write a blog as there are people. I have quit trying to think of ways to make my blog more like someone else's. Besides, Shanna assured me that she likes my long essays. You did, Shanna. I heard you say it. No going back now.

In daily news, I had to play the piano for Primary today, as my dad, who is the regular piano player, is out of town with my mom at an Isagenix convention in Las Vegas (the idea is that out of a desperate need for air conditioning, no one will try to wander off and sight-see outdoors during the hottest possible month to be in Las Vegas. No, I kid. I'm sure the convention is enough to keep people voluntarily in their seats. I've heard good things, though I couldn't go.). I had to take Child Six with me, but he bumped his head really hard during "Do As I'm Doing" and I had to take him out while he cried until he turned purple. Fortunately, someone else was able to take over for the second half. Six and I wandered the halls, as usual, and I had to keep a constant vigilance lest Six wander into the clerk's office and mess around with the computer mouse and keyboard. I'm sure he couldn't do any good there and probably much damage.

Husband had to take Five to the bathroom while I was otherwise occupied. Ha! I told him all the time the girls were little and I was constantly having to accompany them to public bathrooms at every single store we went to that when we have the next five kids (we won't. Don't worry) they are all going to be boys and he can take them to the bathroom constantly.

Oldest Child came back from Oakcrest camp and immediately went on a sleepover to her best friend's house. She came back late last night, still unshowered, and collapsed into her own bed. I made sure she had a shower this morning (no arguments from her), and when she came out of the hot and steamy bathroom45 minutes later, she sighed in satisfaction at being clean. Next week she goes off to Rough Camp.