When the fire starts to burn, There’s a lesson you must learn.
Something something, then you’ll see: You’ll avoid catastrophe!

Yeah… no idea why that’s in my head right now. But that’s okay, ’cause it’s still totally amusing.

And here’s where I admit that I have no idea what to burble on today, ha ha. My thoughts circle around gardening, and tangentially, how babies grow up. Our little one finally decided that grass was cool to traverse, so she’s been having a grand time following us up the paddock, trying to eat the daisies, and therefore having grand adventures. She does her best to try and help out at home as well, which is all squishy cute and disgustingly sweet in that way that parents are kind of obligated to feel. *chuckles*

Which minds me of something – I realize I don’t much talk about my kiddo here. Don’t get me wrong – I love her to bits and think she’s about the coolest thing since the freezer section, but really… I’m not out to bore people to death with my kid. Nor do I wish to be a parenting blogger – there are totally some awesome ones out there and I enjoy the few I follow, but that’s not exactly a community that I find I want to socialize in. I know it sounds odd to some people, but I don’t find the fact that we both got knocked up to be a basis for a friendship. If I talk momma things, I talk them with friends from other aspects of my life who also happen to be mothers – it’s a nice addition to an existing friendship, and is less likely to end up in fallout because say… we have different diapering philosophies. It’s taken me a long time to give other chicks a chance in the friendship arena, and I don’t want to shut down shop there because some screaming harpy thinks I’m Satan for not doing things exactly like her – I never have time in my life for clique-y bullcrap!

However, I suspect that there are some people who think that, perhaps, I’m indifferent to my child because I don’t flash her around. I have people ask me why I don’t use her picture for my Facebook picture (which I think I’ve blogged about before – she’s not me, ergo, it’s a false representation). I have people get on my case because I don’t hold her enough to suit them; these folks have all been non-parents. That, and I know it’s healthier to put my child down and aside when I’m feeling stressed rather than inflicting it on her! 😀

And yet, if those nagging Nellies were around me and my family as a fly on the wall, or talked to my mother-in-law, I suspect they’d get quite the correction. *chuckles* But that’s okay – doesn’t matter what people who don’t know think. What matters is that the little bratinka gives me big grins and giggles when we play. We don’t have a need to be tied to each other, and frankly, that would drive both of us completely up the wall. I’m happy to have an independent child who is capable of entertaining herself , and not just ’cause it gives me precious minutes to collect myself and get back in there. 😉

I should also add, since some people seem confused, that I am not a stay-at-home mother exactly. I married into a family business, which means the tiny one spends all her time with the four of us (myself, my husband, and my in-laws), but that she’s busy exploring, or poking the other members of the family. In that, she’s got a great support base, and isn’t just the traditionally momma slave-ing. Oh sure, I’d love for her to make little friends too, but that requires actually finding something doable; we’ve not had this yet. I guess, in that, it would be easier if I were from around these parts, but alas… we’ll figure it out someday!

Anyways, where was I going with this? Beats me, and I’ve got a folder staring me down that I should probably finish up before we close down shop for the long weekend. Have a fun Royal Wedding day tomorrow if you’re watching, and if you don’t care about it – hope you’re not tortured too much by it. Me? I’m threatening to order a pizza the second the pizza places in town open, make up a huge pot of coffee, and veg out in ways only dreamed of. 😉

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