She was blogging at 4.
How many posts and permalinks have connected our years
our celebrations and fears
we hyperlink one to the next
and suddenly they begin to out grow us
move to a new server with friends
surpassing bandwidth we never conceived of
and I'm not even talking tech.
tough room, this place, these days.
BUT THEN, in those days, when we were all here together, not so spread out on the Internet's little intranets, THEN she was just 4, and she was wide open, always on 24/7 just like she is now, but with more questions than answers. And I'm feeling nostalgic for those times, and feeling thankful we put them in pixels back then.
Thursday, November 21, 2002
conversations in jenna's twin bed before drifting off to sleep
Jenna: Mama?
Mom: Hush Jenna--go to sleep.
Jenna: Can I tell you something?
Mom: Okay, go ahead but then close your eyes.
Jenna: When you drink water, it goes in your mouth, down your throat, past your potatoes, into your stomach, into your bladder, then it mixes with yellow ivy and comes out in the potty--right?
Mom: Pretty close, yes.
Jenna: Is that it--is it the yellow ivy that makes it yellow?
Mom: No I think it's vitamins and minerals and stuff.
Jenna: Are you sure there's no yellow ivy in there?
Mom: I don't think so, but that's a good idea, now go to sleep.
Jenna: Mama?
Mom: Sleep Jenna.
Jenna: When I was one year old, where did I sleep?
Mom: You slept in your crib, in here, in your room.
Jenna: But how did you fit in there to lay with me?
Mom: I didn't, honey. I sat on the rocking chair that used to be in the corner.
Jenna: Oh, I wondered how you fit in my crib with me.
Mom: I love you Jenna, now hush.
Jenna: Okay. I love you too.
