cat named pig

I still have a blog. It’s still sitting here, just waiting for updates. And the weird thing is, the longer I go without updating, the harder it seems. I used to post about anything from messes my kids made to cat barf, and I never cared. Now it seems like, if I’m only going to post once a month, it better be good. Yet the content life throws at me (messes, cat barf) never seems to yield anything that would make for a “good” post.

Actually, that’s not totally true. The cat barf thing reminds me — I do have a quick story and in the interest of not over-thinking my little parenting blog, here it is:

A while back, before school ended for the summer (also known as the Good Old Days, when Siena had somewhere — somewhere free — to go each day where she was happy and entertained) we were at the bus stop and Siena’s usual bus stop buddy was not there because she was sick. Her mom had called me that morning, so I told the kids she wasn’t coming to school because she had thrown up.

(Actually, I said “barfed” because I’m all colloquial like that.)

Anyway, as soon as I said that, Elliot looked at me with wide eyes.

“Is she a CAT?”

Because in his little world, only cats barf. And they (well, ours) do so with such frequency and aplomb (loud, dramatic meowing followed by revolting gagging noises following by frantic devouring of the vomitus, because hey! bonus food! score!) that I guess it makes sense he would associate barfing with cats. Sadly.

And on that lovely note, we are heading out to go swimming. But there will be more posting soon, because I am now on break from work for the month of July and we went to Philadelphia and saw good friends get married and Siena wore fairy wings and it was all very exciting and would actually make a much better story than the above. Yet the cat barf, as so often happens, is what’s getting posted for now. Because I’m out of time and people need sunscreen.

8:30 p.m. on a Saturday night, and my beloved husband and I are on two different floors of the house, curled up with separate laptops and at least eight internet browser windows open (each).

Is this sad? Is this modern marriage (with children)? Is this exactly what I want to be doing right now?

The answer, perhaps to all three but certainly to the last question, is yes.

Would it make things worse if I told you our last conversation was a raging argument heated debate calm and logical discussion about Twitter?*

Yes, it’s a pretty dorky state of affairs over here, that’s for sure.

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*A calm and logical discussion in which I was absolutely and undeniably right, and during which my rational arguments and compelling rhetoric left Matt’s position as little more than a smoldering wreckage of ideas THAT WERE NOT RIGHT.

Matt has been working hard the last few days on some changes to catnamedpig.com. I have been contributing to the process by lying in bed reading and asking him every five minutes how things are going. He assures me this has been incredibly beneficial and that he codes much faster when he has to pause at frequent random intervals to respond, “Fine. Just getting the < insert tech-language babble speak here > set up.”

Now that phase one of Project Super-Blog is drawing to a close, you can click on Matt’s page, Siena’s page, or Elliot’s page and read actual blog-style entries instead one long, looooooooooong list of everything we’ve ever written on those pages. They each have their own URLs now, so you can even bookmark your favorite and skip my main-page ramblings altogether if you so choose.

Because Matt (although clearly a patient genius) is relatively new to this stuff, and because until just a few days ago I thought tiny elves inside the computer were responsible for taking what I typed and making it appear on this website, it is possible that there may be some links that don’t work or other such oversights. If you notice anything, let us know in the comments.

Just last night Matt asked me to open a window and check something for him, something in some behind-the-scenes coded Page of Mystery, and I refused, stating that I was afraid of accidentally deleting one apostrophe and plunging the whole site into chaos and disaster. His response?

“Yeah. You would.”

So we resumed our roles of Guy Who Knows What These < > Are Called and Chief Progress Checker and now we have three new sub-blogs. We also have two new grasshoppers, living in Siena’s bug house, but I am slightly less excited about those. (Their names, if you were wondering, are Grasshoppy and Rose. Because everything has to be named Rose.)

We’re doing some things this weekend for CatNamedPig.com that you don’t really need to care about at this point. You probably won’t notice anything, yet, but hopefully the site doesn’t go down at all. Don’t blame us. We don’t get paid to know this high-tech stuff and make sure it’s running on all cylinders at all times. I’ll do my best.

It won’t be as big as last time we did some stuff behind the scenes, however, when, at one point, I sat and stared at a blank catnamedpig.com for about 75 minutes, before realizing what needed fixing.

So…we’ll see you on the other side.

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Update, Saturday evening: Behind the scenes work is progressing nicely. Site backed up and upgraded to most current version of WordPress. And, you only would have seen a blank CatNamedPig.com for about 35 minutes during the process. We need our own whale symbol for people to see, just like Twitter uses when they get overloaded.