One Year Old

No, not Ada. She's nineteen months, for those who care about such things. No, I'm talking about the blog. The blog - my time sink, my indulgence, my vanity project...

To celebrate, well, this thing, this piece of me, I dug into my archives to see what I've been doing here the past year. After looking back through a year's worth of posts, the thing that knocks me out is not how much I have learned, or how much better my writing has gotten (oh, I wish), but how much more hair Ada has! Wow was she a baldy!


At first I thought this thing would be about Ada, a record of her development. But eh, that gets boring. How often can I write (and how often can you read) about her poop or what she's just learned to say? (Well, maybe you can take it once in a while. How could I not tell you that this week's word is Zamboni?) But rolling ice smoothing machines aside, it didn't take me too long to realize what I wanted to say was really more about being with Ada, being her parent.

I started out not really knowing which of us is the nonlinear girl - Ada or me. I am still not sure. We are both wandering, not following a plan. Maybe one side benefit is that when she's older she can see what I was thinking about, know it is okay not to have a plan. It took me so long to figure that one out for myself; maybe I can make it a little easier for her. Even if it does not mean anything to her later, it is still fun for me now. That should be enough for a little vanity project.

What the hell does that mean, nonlinear girl?