A lot to make up for

I have been told, by my mother (who is totally unbiased, mind), that others should benefit from my acerbic and witty prose... I have also been counseled (I'll give you two guesses as to the "counselor") that I should keep a log of sorts of the funny and endearing things my 16 month old daughter does. As I see the wisdom and benefit of the latter suggestion, I am combining the two efforts. This should stand as a testament, not to my sense of self-import as I don't see WHY anyone would deem to read this, but to my laziness.
As aforementioned in the title of my VERY first real blog (Myspace doesn't count), I have a lot to make up for. But where to start? There are so many things my daughter has done to make me laugh, well up, and shake my head in a combination of agitation and extreme tenderness that only a mother understands. How do you choose which moments are worthy of posterity? How do you decide that one moment is more precious than another? As her mother, ALL her moments are those that I want to immortalize and hold dear for the rest of my life. If I could only make these moments tangibly available to myself as a comfort for when she becomes a teenager and, God forbid, I am not the most important person in her life. *sigh* I had intended for this first blog to be clever and humorous. It has quickly taken a turn for the sentimental...
AC is a beautiful mish-mash of all the good my husband and I have and will ever posses. She is, in turn, aggressively friendly, shy, flirtatious, cautious, mischievous, and born performer. Her love of country music is a continuous source of hilarity to me. She loves the Marty Stuart Show on RFDTV...something my husband, Clayton, and I would never have watched if left to our own devices. It is her classic country loving "Pawpaw" who has introduced her to this genre of music. I must admit, however, that I am coming to appreciate some of the more "twangy" aspects! The Tennessee Mafia Jug Band and Old Crow Medicine Show have, after repeat exposure, wormed their way into my good graces. AC loves her music and takes it, and her dancing, seriously. The look of extreme concentration on her face as she alternately bobs up and down and sways from side to side captures my attention every time.
She also loves to snack...where she got that I will never know...*ahem* One of her favorite activities is rummaging in the pantry. I was loading the dishwasher, confident in her total absorption in the Muppet Movie (that we have watched CONTINUOUSLY for the past two weeks). Behind me, I hear the pantry door open. I told her to close it and heard little feet pad back into the living room. I naively assumed she hadn't absconded with any contraband... Not so! I walked into the living room to find her attempting to hide herself between the Christmas tree and leather chair while shoving Fritos in her mouth with all the vigor of a starving man. How do you NOT laugh? Furthermore, how can you discipline your child while you are laughing?? Needless to say, she got away with that one.
Another one of my mom's favorites happened very recently. We were having a dinner playdate at a friend's house. AC had finished eating and wandered into the playroom with another little boy her age. After a while, I realized I hadn't heard the telltale cacophony of toys and babbling that assure any mother that nothing untoward is going on. I turned the corner to find AC (who, at present, won't touch anything not consisting of bread or cheese) happily rubbing her face with the dog's water and chewing. Chewing, to my complete horror, dog food. *insert disgusted coughing and gagging* She won't eat a pea, but she will eat dog food??? My friends, of course, found this VERY humorous as I am the mother whipping out wipies to obliterate all traces of filth from every high chair, shopping cart, and restaurant table AC comes in contact with. It would figure.
I don't intend for this blog to be totally absorbed with stories pertaining to my daughter. I have, as the title of my thread of blogs suggest, many superfluous thoughts meandering about in that frightening cavity between my ears!
Until then,
AC's Mom