So, Courtney wrote a post yesterday, but she DELETED IT (which I was cool with) because she was making fun of me in it. I don’t mind being made fun of. However, I do mind others making more fun of me than I do of myself. I am sorry for the three of you who were excited to see that she wrote a post, only to find that it had been deleted. I hope this post will be a consolation. It will be an interview with Courtney. I’ll ask the questions, she will provide the answers. You get the entertainment.
Why do you dislike blogging?
Because it’s stupid.
Why do you keep people from reading what is, in my opinion, your excellent writing?
I don’t doubt that my writing is good…I just don’t feel like I have anything to say. Go to Jen Hatmaker’s blog or something.
Who is that? Just kidding. Have you ever made a hat?
Not that I can recall.
How much would I have to pay you to get you to write even one blog post a month?
$1000 in unmarked bills.
That’s a lot. How about I just buy a bag of marshmallows on a whim like I did this week and we eat them? Close enough?
Throw some chocolate-covered almonds in there, and we’ll call it even.
Great. I’ll work on that. Now, more serious, which child is your favorite?
Now, for real, why do you dislike blogging?
Blogging takes a lot of mental energy, and I don’t have much to spare. I’d rather take a nap.
[Please let the record show that you barely ever nap, though.] Ok, onward. What’s one of your favorite memories you think we’ve had as a family of five?
Ummm…banana boating at Pine Cove Family Camp. Well, Abram and I watching you, Ethan and Asher on the banana boat. Except for the part where I was holding Abram and the boat we were on swerved, and we fell off the seat.
Family Camp has been fun. I think this is year number five for us. After year one, it wasn’t looking good that we’d be back. We had a huge fight immediately after getting on the interstate on the way home. What changed?
What do I do, other than this post, that drives you crazy?
Nothing. Can we go watch “The West Wing” now?
You do know this counts as a blog post, though, right? I can’t let you get away with no real answers to questions. So . . . last question: what do you love most about being a mom?
Oh goodness, I don’t know. I love having fun with them. I love kissing them on the top of their heads all day, although I know they won’t let me do it much longer. I love playing games with them (well, except when Asher loses…) and reading to them. I love taking them places. I love rocking Abram until we both fall asleep (usually me first…did I mention I’m tired a lot?). I love that I get to see life through their eyes, like starting all over again. Now you’ve made me all weepy. I hope you’re happy.
I am. We can watch “The West Wing” now.