Maybe I’m more comfortable with toddlers than infants, so I have less need to blog about the mysteries. Sophie is still fascinatingly complicated: we’re in napping war right now (she won’t nap, but she will get moodily exhausted without sleep, so it’s a struggle), and we’re also working on using her nice words instead of tantrum-screams — but I used to babysit toddlers, so I don’t find any of this as novel or as interesting or as blog-worthy, I guess.
Maybe Sophie’s stories are already starting to feel like her own stories and not mine to blog about here. “I didn’t wake the kids up today!” she announces gleefully, each daycare day that passes without her disturbing the sleep of her napping friends. She’s very proud of this accomplishment. The other story she likes to tell is that I introduced her — a bit prematurely — to internet shopping. “The mailman is going to bring my boots,” she keeps saying. She’s wonderful, really, and that doesn’t make for much of a blog post.
Maybe I’m just distracted with academic work, and yoga, and parenting, and life.
Maybe, oddly, the 140 characters of facebook status-updates have come to feel like enough public announcement of my life, so I don’t write longer stories here.
Or maybe I’m extra-cautious, because the friend I blogged about here has refused to phone me since that blog post. Sophie asks about that friend nearly daily. She invented an invisible M, along with M’s mom T, who tend to knock on our door a lot. Sometimes, M’s dad also arrives, invisibly, at our house in Sophie’s fantasies. It’s been almost four months, which is an eternity in toddler-time, but Sophie keeps begging to see M. Really, M’s mom was lax about returning our calls before that blog-post, while M herself had spent months ignoring Sophie and hurting her feelings — but, still, it disturbs me that by posting that Sophie’s favorite person was independent, I apparently hurt that person’s feelings so much that she won’t talk to me any more.
Really, I don’t know why I haven’t blogged in a while. I don’t want to neglect you, my readers.