I hope you don’t have to use the bathroom.
Because it’s gone. So sorry.
Do you know what happens to a two year old when you tear apart her room, walls and all?
She throws her tenuous hold on sanity out the window. Or out the hole where her window used to be. The Baby has decided that since we have kicked her out of her room to destroy it, she will carry her room on her back. She has a small, black backpack that she carries with her at all times. She has filled it with everything she can get her hands on. Right now it is filled with lip gloss, her sister’s Leapster, random puzzle pieces, a payment stub from my credit card bill (My bill! My bill, Mama! Yes Baby, but will you pay it?) and a plastic bag filled with pretzels.
This may come up in counseling later. She will be all, “They gave me a room and then they took it away. Then, they tore down the walls and made me sleep on the floor. And that’s why I am a homeless bum.”
I was told by the Husband that we would have her back in her room within a week.
I should know by now when I am being lied to. This is week two and counting.
Instead I have the entire contents of the Baby’s room sitting in my living room.
But hey! We found the mobile home in our walls! We also found one window, one door and a whole lotta tin siding underneath the drywall.
It is slowly making it’s way out the door and onto the back of a dump trailer. I see a future where I can hang a picture on the wall without worrying that I will be nailing into a window still filled with glass buried beneath the drywall. Those crazy potheads! They build the kookiest houses!
Maybe you can’t appreciate the changes without seeing the before pictures? Too bad I wasn’t smart enough to take any. Although I did take this little video:
I took this so we could look back in a couple of years and see how far we’ve come. I was hesitant to put it up here because of the end. I am always protective about putting too much information about my kids out on the internet*. Oh well. It made me giggle. This is classic Baby. Happy and willing to play along until she isn’t.
*Actually, I’ve been considering giving my kids blog names anyway. The Baby isn’t really a baby anymore. I’ve considered calling them by their nicknames (Munch and Bug) but there is already one Bug on the internet. What do you think? Real names? Fake names? Real nicknames? Give me your two cents and if I like your advice I might send you a box of chocolate chip cookies made with my Pistachio Dream. Like a contest. Only not.
Didja take the video down? Cuz I don’t see it. But it cracks me up that the baby has become a hobo
I can’t wait to see the finished pictures.
I couldn’t see the video either.
I vote for fake names, but you probably would have guessed that. Can’t be to careful on the internet.
I LOVE In the Fast Lane’s names for her kids – maybe you could come up with something like that?
I keep my kid’s real name, but I have no trace of my last name anywhere. Plus, I live in a giant city so it would take some leg work to find me.
I shake in my boots when I see sites like http://www.jensmith.blogspot.com and she talks all about her life in XYZtown.
I think you’re doing okay whether you chose to change the names or not!
I’m dying for that video, I can’t see it either. I show my husband your pics from time to time to inspire him to get moving on what I need done!
I think I’ve fixed the video. Who knows?
My blog does not like Youtube.
Sorry!
Uhm… my whole blog is password protected – so my advice probably doesn’t count for much. LOL!
I see the video! Very cute kids :^) And cute room too. I love “My bill!”
I like nicknames for kids on the internet. It gives them another layer of google fu protection from that future bully in 8th grade trying to find something to tease them about.
Kid1 and Kid2 keeps it simple. (I’m easily confused.)
It’s also an easily extensible system in the event of any future mishaps…
btw- i just made up that link. i never thought to check if there was a jensmith.blogspot or what would be there.
i’m so insensitive
I am a big fan of using not-real-life nicknames. That way it’s really hard for anyone to find out about you.
It really irritates me to see Dooce use real, full names for her whole family. Then she manages to complain about her kid and tell people where she lives. I’m sorry, but it’s just a problem waiting to happen.
I just think that bloggers should grant their kids a large portion of privacy. They have no choice on whether they want to be on the internet or not, and they should be given the chance to not be instantly recognized.
I debated a lot about it in the beginning – I had already used my own first name – and damn if it isn’t distinctive – but my kids? I didn’t know.
They are adults, so I ended up using their first names – they are common names and I just don’t throw our last name around.
Still if anyone wants to figure out your info – I imagine they can – regardless of how careful you how. Doesn’t seem like even the people who try really hard can be private anymore without making their blogs invite only.
No advice here, sorry. I might have done things differently if my kids were small.
I started using my kids real names when I first started blogging. Back then I had no readers and never thought I would. I regret it. I wish I had made up some cool bloggy names for those two darlings. I sometimes worry, as you do, that I’ve put too much out there.
Too late now, I guess.
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I say go for made up names. When I was still blogging, I tried hard to go with “my son” and “my daughter” for a long time. Eventually I found that I was no match for my laziness when it came time to deal with the mental contortions it took to rewrite the sentences so they flowed in the tone I was going for.
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