One faithful Tuna Girl reader de-lurked to send me a link to this very interesting article about Mommy Blogs from the New York Times. (Thanks, D!)
This got me thinking about whether or not Tuna Girl could even be considered a Mommy Blog.
Yes, I am a mother. In fact, I'm a mommy. And those who know me best will have to agree that I am mother-like to more than just my kids. I can't tell you how many times my friends have said to me, "You're such a mom!" I can't help it. That's just how I am.
But I don't really write too much about my kids here on the blog. Do I?
When I first started blogging, I promised myself I would never even mention my kids. And I think that promise may have lasted, oh, about three or four posts. I just didn't think that anyone would be interested in that aspect of my life.
I also don't chronicle every outing, milestone, and diaper change like it was an actual newsworthy event.
No, I like to think of my blog as a life blog. My whole life is here. The husband, the kids, the sex, the...ummm...what the hell else do I talk about?
But for those of you who might enjoy a more mommy-fied blog, I'm getting my mom on all at once. Hold on, boys and girls. It may be a bumpy ride.
On Friday, as my daughter made her way to my van after school, I noticed that she was holding an ice pack to a huge, red bump on her forehead. Apparently, the Hawaiian stick dance is more dangerous than I thought.
For a school project, my daughter had to dictate a recipe. Here's what she came up with:
- 1 mound of sugar
- 1 drop of vanilla
- 2 scoops of flour
- 1 amount of butter
- 2 cups of water
- 100 chocolate chips
- 100 M&Ms
- 100 scoops of peanut butter
- 150 peanuts
Put it all together and stir it.
Put it in the oven on hot for 50 minutes.
Let it cool.
Decorate with frosting, M&Ms, and sprinkles.
Makes 150 cookies.
My daughter brought a notice home from school on Friday. One of her classmates has lice. And now I can't stop itching my head.
If watching Spongebob won't turn little boys gay, wearing these will.
My kids aren't thrilled with the idea that Buffy the puppy might chew their toys. So they put her bed on a chair, put her toys in the bed, and plunked her right in her bed.
Boy, will they be surprised when she learns to jump down.
And according to my five-year-old, "Dioramas are gorgeous!"