Updated to say: Okay, ya'll - I'll play. In honor of De-Lurking Week, I will promise to answer every comment left this week (in honor of Rozanne and Diana, who are faithful in their Comment Replies). Also, for new commenters that I haven't visited before, I will make a special effort to visit their sites this week. I attempt to do this anyway, but sometimes get distracted by toddlers and their personal issues with errant blueberries.
So, apparently it's de-lurking week. Normally, I am totally Bandwagon Girl when it comes to such things, but frankly, I am tired. I've hit the No Appetite part of my pregnancy which makes Project Feed the Fetus stressful when all you really feel like eating are apples, beans, chips/salsa and lemonade. And sushi, I swear to God. Might as well crave a shot of tequila with a beer chaser for all the good in the world THAT particular craving garners me. sigh
AnyWAY, I am never quite sure how to take the whole "lack of comments" thing. The Geeky 8th Grader Who Still Dwells Deep in My Heart (just before she got her first pair of contacts) rears her shellacked 80s hairdo and starts with The Questions: Is it me? Is it you? What did I do? What did I NOT do? What could I have done? Sniff. Fortunately, The Self-Confident Adult in Her 30s quickly pummels the 8th Grader back into submission. I can't chew on it for long because There Is No Point and besides, Naptime is almost over. I like to blog and therefore, I am. I guess. I do find it interesting that as my numbers have gone up, up, up, comments have stayed about the same. Anyway, I cherish every comment I get - regardless if it is a few or even a handful. So, comment if you want, but no pressure. Lurk amongst yourselves.
In other news, apparently, I am pregnant because a few times I've felt something moving around, making HimselfHerself comfortable in HisHer rent-controlled flat. tap....tap.....tap.... HeShe better not be hanging pictures otherwise, the deposit will most assuredly NOT be returned. Bring on the Billy Eliot moves - I'm ready. Hold on......Let me dig up some more hot salsa and lemonade.
In other, other news, Arun can identify his nose, his foot and his tummy. Genius. Just goes to show you what happens when a University of Kansas grad and an IIT-Madras grad co-mingle their genetic matter. YOU NEVER KNOW.
In other, other, other news, Arun is definitely paying attention to the moving pictures on the funny screen thingie on the wall. The other day, Elmo had a segment on balls. Later that morning, I noticed that Arun was throwing and bouncing his balls around - he must have learned that from the Great Red One because when you have a fancy screen thingie on the wall you do not, I repeat, DO NOT teach your kid to throw around and bounce ANYTHING around except ideas. So, it would seem that my free time watching TV is definitely coming to an end if Arun is going to finally start paying attention. Otherwise, with my unfortunate luck, he'll move on to investigating crime scenes, evaluating our antiques, setting up wiretaps, reading minds, fighting terrorists and ultimately, flipping our house.
There's a fine line between Purple Barney and Legen....Wait for it....Wait for it....DARY Barney that Arun doesn't need to be learning just yet.