Today is TwoBert's seventh birthday party, and I don't have a lot of time. The kids are due here in about 20 minutes, Moxie is running some last-minute errands before she brings over the cake, and the three of us are tidying up and hoping to make the place smell a little less like feet.
I had a revelation at the Mom 2.0 Summit (which I plan to write about soon) involving the importance of idle thoughts and their relation to creativity. This revelation happened to happen while I was speaking about it during the 12-by-7 Ignite-ish session last Friday afternoon. (Go figure.) I was talking about how just saying "I wonder if..." is such a cool thing, because given the size and power of parent blogging, the most basic "Hmmm" moment can become a humongously cool thing really quickly. (I'm looking at you, JC Penney Shop-In.) I realized I've been holding off writing here because I've been taking the posts a bit too seriously. Of all the blogs to which I contribute, this is the one that's meant to be the most spontaneous and expressive. So really, what's the big deal?
And thus, my strategy today is to give myself a hard deadline to write something before the kids descend on Castle Frenchington. So I'd like to take this moment to announce that we have a pet cricket. He's taken up residence somewhere in the bushes in front of our picture window, and he is all about the continual, 24/7 chirpathon. TwoBert has named him Pinocchio, because he is savvy enough to know that "Jiminy" is too predictable and yet wants to maintain authentic reference to the literary work. (Or at least I choose to think that.) I am hoping that, if indeed Pinocchio is to serve as some sort of cricket-based conscience, Robert will heed his chirp before giving his brother yet another atomic wedgie.