digital lifestyle

Seen on an site for children's movie-making software: "[This software] brings purpose to the digital lifestyle."
Question: How exactly would making my own short films with children's toys give my life purpose? And will purpose really only cost $49? Also: what the heck is a digital lifestyle?

Speaking of digital lifestyle: I recently got a very nice smartphone. I'm all organized and texty and messagey and connected. I love it.
However, I also stopped reading books. Usually, I read books like I eat food. So now I'm organized, but not myself. Sigh.
So: purposeless reading has been replaced by purposeless smartyphoning. Not a good trade. So much for the digital lifestyle.

Question

Question: What am I this year?

Re-solved, a jigsaw, comfortingly puzzling?
Solved: a caper from 221 B?
Resolved, resolute, resold, resoled, solid, solvent?

Shall I decide to decide which?
Or dissolve the solving? Embrace/Accepting?
May the solving be solid fun,
The resolving soluble, the resolutions resolute.

dance, everybody

After months of begging, many impromptu performances, and the purchase of some severely cute pink ballet shoes, my oldest daughter went to her first ballet class today. There was fairy dancing, some scarves and stars, and even an obstacle course (Mr. Baryshnikov, take note). We're trying the class at our local Y, so I also tried the infant center with Julia, checking back every few minutes to confirm that yes, she was still busy disassembling their toy area.
And so I sat outside in a courtyard in the sun while both my children were entertained.
And then I got them back and we got to go home for more entertainment.
I love seeing my girls getting so big, so full of skills. Brava!

surely not related...?

Says Lucy, "I'm making a diary of life!"
Me, curious where she learned this: "What does diary mean?"
Lucy: "Well, uh, it's like diarrhea. You know, poo-poo."

Perhaps etymologists should take note.
And maybe bloggers, too?

calendar

D had to go out of town over the weekend. All went well (no sickness, fine sleep, etc). But it has messed up my sense of time. Without the weekend, I could swear it was Friday. Right? Shouldn't my day off be starting any time now?

toddler

Julia's walking. She was taking steps last week, but she's done with that, thank you very much. Now she chooses walking over crawling, and holds one hand up over her head as she goes. It looks either like she's still holding someone's hand (proto-imaginary friend?) or like a victory punch. Hi-yah!

Is there any sight sillier than a nude toddler? I mean, roly-poly beligerant waddling? Really?

She is also starting to get signs, come when I ask, point and nod when she wants things. Sometimes this backfires, as now she is sure that we just won't give her something, instead of perhaps just not understanding her. The other day she gave Dyami the saddest-clown face ever when he said no, and then (one-one thousand, two one-thousand) burst into tears.

Ah, my toddler. Still snuggly, still pudgy, still only with six teeth. Still a baby, sort of. And yet: you are leaving babyhood quickly as your little bow legs will take you. Sweet girl, I love you at any age.

welcome to a new year

I've been gone a bit, after NaBloPoMo burnout. And now it's 2011. What happened?

And now, for a Lucy joke created after watching a TV show based upon the classic "chicken/road" joke (which, now that I think about it from a preschooler's perspective, is rather avant garde):

Q: Why did the chicken cross the bridge?
A: To get across it so it could go down to the riverbank! (hahahahaha).

And: Happy New Year! May your days be filled with laughter!