I can admit when I'm wrong.
Because let's face it, it's pretty fun. Stay-in-your-pyjamas-all-day-because-your-baby doesn't-sleep-but-still-have-contact-with-the-outside-world-kind of fun.
You may find yourself connecting with gals from high school, finding all new reasons to be friends. Tracy, Tina and I are all moms to boys. They read my blog and leave wistful comments like wish we had blogging technology when our boys were babies. Their sons are teenagers. Through them I can get a glimpse of my future. A positive glimpse - not the the loony-getting-carried-away-with-worry kind of images my mind is capable of. At 18 and 15, Tracy's boys still give her hugs and kisses before bed. Tina's boys are the same ages and she says she gets compliments all the time from teachers, neighbours and friends that her kids are polite and caring. Here's a picture of Tina's boys.
You get to see little monkies like this one (Tracy's nephew) win cute baby contests...you're not surprised he won are you?
And you get to marvel that you are reunited with your friends from Tucson. Especially when at the end of grade eight you were certain your world had ended because your family moved back to Sarnia, Ontario. You corresponded through letters but eventually lost touch. Letters!!
And through facebook you can't believe it but you slip into an easiness with each other as if 25 years hadn't passed since you last spoke!
It's good. Facebook.
Because while reading Robert Munsch's Down the Drain to your three-year old you might find yourself smoothing his hair back from his forehead.
And he might say what are you doing Mommy?
And you might say something like smoothing your hair honey - do you like it?
And without hesitation he might say no stop it.
Times like that it's nice to know you have some friends on facebook!
I want to post your pictures to my blog once a week! Tag me or post your shots to my wall and I'll include them. Only post pictures that belong to you please.