We were still tweaking things on the share buttons and comment section this morning — crosschecking functionality and aesthetics between browsers — and making sure that everything overall “works.” And I think it does.
We’ve officially launched over at 3ThingsforMom.com.
I’m thrilled that we have such a phenomenal cast of women to help us jumpstart this week. I’ve read several of their 3 Things already and have already had many head-nodding, “amen sister,” aha moments.
Isn’t it funny how the more simply stated something is, the more profound its affect?
If you’d like, check out my first post there today where I introduce the idea and the crew this week.
In other news, I’ll still be blogging here regularly. This is a special place for me to share little creative moments of inspiration — and also to tell you the story of why mommies (or just me) aren’t good at playing “dinosaurs.”
My (almost) 4-year-old boy: Mommy, let’s play dinosaurs. (brings three plastic dinosaur toys over, hands me one.)
Boy: OK, this one shoots fire. This one shoots smoke.
Me: Mine is hungry and wants a bagel, then to have a dance party.
Boy: But when can they all shoot smoke and fire?
Me: How about they just kiss? Mmmmmuuuahhh…
Boy: No! They shoot fire and SMOKE!
Me: OK, fine. Pssshhh Pshhh (that’s my shooting noise, sounds more like a splashing dolphin, not as good as Daddy’s) AHHHHH!!!!! He fell over.
Me: OK, now dance party. “Daaaaannnce parrrrty… daaaance, daaaaance party…” (T-Rex is doing the twist)
Boy: Yay, dancing dinosaurs! (Stegosaurus is flailing about.)
What can I say, I’m a girl. I’m getting used to playing with rough and tumble boys. In the meantime, I think dancing is a good common ground.
“Daaaaannnce parrrrty… daaaance, daaaaance party…”
Have a great holiday!