The Name Game

So, I changed the name of our blog. I've been considering it for awhile, but I just couldn't think of anything noteworthy. I'd been feeling like La Vida Loca was a bit negative for us, ok me. Instead of being the hectic, whirlwind crazy person I've been feeling like, I wanted to embrace, ok create, a more relaxed and balanced persona, like the kind of mothers who people the landscape of DD's stories. Think of Mother Bear, Little Bear's mother. She remains firm, but unruffled. She has a sense of humor and she doesn't go from 0 to 60 in 8.5 seconds. What about Oliver's mother from Tales of Oliver Pig. They have a baking day where flour gets all over the floor. Does she say "Please be more careful" or "Watch what you're doing?" No. She just gives her two-year-old her own cup of flour to play with. Yikes!

I realize that I cannot be like those mothers. In real life, I most closely resemble Junie B. Jones' mother, with a healthy dose of Mrs. thrown in. But, I can always strive for those zen-like qualities...

So, we were sitting in the library today, reading stories, and she asked me to read a book of short Pooh excerpts, and there it was:

Forgotten

What's become of John boy?
Nothing at all,

He played with his skipping rope,
He played with his ball.

He ran after butterflies,
Blue ones and red;

He did a hundred happy things -
and then he went to bed.

A.A. Milne
Now We Are Six

So, all that pretension just to say that I'm trying to cultivate a happier, more relaxed environment for myself and my family. We're going to end up as Well-Trained CMers, I just know it!