Wool Hats: A good reason to fold laundry.

Myopic Nor.

Desperation...or just the way things go?

OK, so you all know I read the "pop" blogs. Sure, all the time. At any given time, I'm probably up on all the April Rose gossip, news of MckMama's latest trip to her beloved "splashpad," or the latest developmental hoo-ha-ha of Gwenyth Lawrenson. Mostly, I am just a pitiful voyeur. (But, it is only because the people I actually like can't post every second of every day, so I need to go elsewhere for an arsenal of new information.) But, doesn't it seem odd that these folks, as their popularity plateaus (at as many as 4,000 hits a day), find new, more invasive ways of inviting people into their lives. When did this yearning to be known become so desperate? Live chats, hanging out via webcam, and planning parties and vacations where the blogger is both hostess and guest of honor? And, the other guests are e-worshippers? These aren't friends made via blogging - these are "followers." Doesn't it feel off to invite a bunch of nutty stalkers to meet your family? All in the name of maintaining an obsessed readership? Weird. I am just saying.

Things I want never to forget about a six-month-old.

The way her hands and feet are so warm, dry, and smooth when we snuggle in the morning.

The way she buries her head in my shoulder when she's nervous or overwhelmed.

Her solid little trunk.

The little tan she has, but how the skin folded into her cherubic rolls is still so pale.

The way her daddy makes her smile every time.

Q: How did she get so cute?

A: I wish I knew, because I'd bottle it, sell it, and make a fortune.