{"id":145,"date":"2005-07-06T12:19:00","date_gmt":"2005-07-06T12:19:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/?p=145"},"modified":"2005-07-06T12:19:00","modified_gmt":"2005-07-06T12:19:00","slug":"my-third-child","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/2005\/07\/06\/my-third-child\/","title":{"rendered":"My third child"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Lately, I have taken to referring to blog as my third child.  At first, it was merely a bit of a jest, a way to illustrate how much blog has ingratiated itself into my life.  Then I started to think about it, and have come to the realization that there are more similarities between blog and my boys than I would have expected.<\/p>\n<p>For example, I have no idea what I did with all my spare time before the boys came along.  Ditto blog.  Both are very needy and I must pay attention to blog at least every day or so.  Ditto boys.<\/p>\n<p>Beloved is just a little bit mystified by my obsession with blog, and often mystified by the strange behaviour of the boys.  (Inasmuch as running around the house with a bucket on your head hollering the theme to Blue&#8217;s Clues is strange behaviour.)(It&#8217;s the boys who do that.  Not blog.  Blog has a bit more sense than the boys.)<\/p>\n<p>When they are particularly adorable, I will sit back with a mixture of wonder and satisfaction and think to myself, &#8220;I <em>made<\/em> them!&#8221;  And I could be talking about either blog or boys. <\/p>\n<p>I find the lamest excuses to work anecdotes about the boys into conversations.  I don&#8217;t need much prompting to talk about blog either.<\/p>\n<p>Both boys and blog have done a lot of damage to my previously svelte and girlish figure.  (I dimly  remember a time when I used to go for <em>walks<\/em> on my lunch hour.)<\/p>\n<p>Blog and boys have both introduced me to a world of people I never would have met otherwise, and for that I am eternally grateful.<\/p>\n<p>Both are an endless source of temptation to acquire the latest gadgets and do-haws.  Digital camera, notebook computer, life-sized ride-on Thomas the Tank Engine.  No, it&#8217;s not in the budget, but think how happy it will make {the boys\/blog}.<\/p>\n<p>Although both blog and boys are for the most part very fulfilling, they can at times cause me an inordinate amount of stress.  I spend a lot of time lying in bed at 3 am wondering about their future and hoping I am doing right by them.  (And by &#8216;them&#8217; I mean the boys.  And blog.)<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s fun to dress both blog and boys up in new outfits, and bask in the glow of admiration by proxy.  Although I have yet to find a way to coordinate their outfits.  (Hmmm, maybe some &#8216;Mothership&#8217; logo Ts for the boys&#8230;?)<\/p>\n<p>Despite the fact that I try very hard to impose some discipline and direction, the boys and blog are willful creatures and insist on having a mind of their own.<\/p>\n<p>My boss, although extremely patient and understanding, would probably prefer that I spent just a little bit more of my work day focused on something other than the boys.  Or blog.<\/p>\n<p>Like any parent, all I want is for them to grow up to be fine upstanding citizens, settle down near by and provide me with oodles of grandbabies\/blogs to keep me company in my old age.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"technoratitag\"><span style=\"font-size:78%;\">Categories: <\/span><a href=\"http:\/\/del.icio.us\/danigirl\/blogging\" rel=\"tag\"><span style=\"font-size:78%;\">blogging<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Lately, I have taken to referring to blog as my third child. At first, it was merely a bit of a jest, a way to illustrate how much blog has ingratiated itself into my life. Then I started to think about it, and have come to the realization that there are more similarities between blog &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/2005\/07\/06\/my-third-child\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;My third child&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-145","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/145","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=145"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/145\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=145"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=145"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=145"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}