I’m just saying, that while I’m not an avid statistic follower (yes I am), yesterday I turned into Scooby Doo with my “Ruh?” as I looked at my page view statistic bar thing. I mean. Seriously. Being nominated for Best Parenting Blog certainly seems to have increased my popularity. (Eh, did you pick up that I’d like your vote? And while you’re there, give my brother, Fat Cyclist a vote as well for “Lifetime Achievement”, wouldja?) As a tribute to yesterday’s spike in traffic, and today’s resulting popularity, I am wearing a tiara, sash and sparkling lip gloss as I type this today. Not only that, I have switched from PJ bottoms into stretchy leggings. How do you like me now?
Speaking of parenting. My sister-wife-boss-of-me-friend-and neighbor Kara sent me a picture today from her headquarters where Roan, my eldest, had a playdate yesterday. While I consider myself to be fairly liberal and forward thinking, I am putting the kibosh on any more play dates over there. It’s just too early for my seven-year-old to know about this type of pet store and hospital. Too early.