ok, so i think i was supposed to have been raised in the 70s - well, wait, i was born in '72 but i think i was supposed to have spent my years in the 80s in the 70s (and let's face it, the 80s aren't a decade anyone wants to claim). but the music from the 70s - i love that. Fleetwood Mac's Rumors was one of the best albums of all time. The Eagles, the Doobie Brothers, and one of my favorites has always been Drift Away by Dobie Gray (yes, Uncle Whoever has recently redone it which has brought it to mind all the more often but seriously, the original is a classic). Anyway, i dig 70s music (minus the disco) ... BUT Sinatra will always be my favorite.

the divine and i made rice krispy treats last night - heavy on the marshmallow. ;-) she pronounces them "ice bitty beats" (emphasis on the 'bit' in bitty) - of all the toddler pronunciations i'll miss, that one's probably my favorite. we actually eat most of them out of the saucepan before they ever make it to the cakepan . . . but, shhhhh, don't tell.

so, this is my latest thing to obsess over. my daughter was conceived medically, as you may or may not know (whoever in the hell i'm talking to) and obviously, i think that it is possible to raise a child in a one parent household who is happy, healthy, functional and successful, etc. and i have read TONS of research on what they'll (that being conceived child) ask and typically when they ask and the best ways to handle that and while i'm not so naive that i think that she won't at least on some level want for a second parent, i don't believe that it will be a detrimental factor in her life. i've already begun reading books to her about different kinds of families (children's books) and i'm somewhat prepared for the beginning of the daddy questions (which are coming soon - she's said various small things lately). when people ask me about her father or anything along those lines, i very casually explain that she was conceived medically - and i've reached a point that i'm not uncomfortable in doing so. i mean, there's a part of me that waits in trepid anticipation for their reaction but disapproval doesn't really concern me anymore. and i have to be ok with it for her to be ok with it and i've reached a point that i'm confident we're good in that area. having said all that . . . my friend's daughter got married last week and while looking at the wedding pics it suddenly hit me that i don't know who will walk the divine down the aisle . . . should she choose to get married and in a traditional manner, i.e. church wedding, down the aisle, etc. The thought sent my mind reeling on how i could fill that void . . . and in the scheme of things, this really is not something that can't be handled but the intensity of my reaction makes me question how prepared i really am.

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