I am thrilled to introduce a new blogger on the scene. This is her very first post and I am absolutely ecstatic that she chose Diary as the venue for her debut. Please give her a warm welcome!
HI LILY I LOVE YOU
JOJO IS COOL
Yup, that’s it.
Yes, it’s a post.
It’s a post that took my guest blogger nearly thirty minutes to type, so don’t knock it.
“I would type on there. Is it my turn now? I will play on the computer!”
“Oooh, Brooke, do you want to type something on Mama’s blog? You can say ‘hi’ to my friends.”
She settles in to type. One tiny finger hovers above the keyboard, poised and ready. She is concentrating. She retracts the finger and turns to me.
“What is your friend’s name?”
“Hmm, well, I actually have a lot of friends who will read what you write. How about if you just say, ‘Hi, Mama’s friends’?”
Too abstract .
“Is your friend’s name Ell-ee-yah?”
“Um, well, no honey. Why don’t you just call Mama’s friends ‘Mama’s friends’?”
“Is your friend’s name Lily?”
“Sure, honey. Why don’t you call my friends Lily.”
The little finger re-emerges. It takes up residence above the keyboard. It’s first job is to hit the Caps Lock. Hey, if you’re going to write a post you may as well MEAN it.
“Where is the ‘h’?”
I point to the h and she presses it down. She looks at it on the screen and appears to be quite satisfied with her work. She finds the i without help.
“Her name is Lily”.
She types L-I-L-Y.
“I said ‘hi’ to Lily.”
“I see that. That’s great, honey. What else would you like to say?”
She is already typing. I watch I LOVE YOU emerge, ever so slowly on the screen.
Oh man, Brooke. I love Lily too. (I keep this to myself).
“We would play here now,” she says, pointing to the Nick Jr bookmark on the top of the screen.
“No, sweetie. You already had your play time on the computer time today. You can go there again tomorrow.”
“I will type JoJo,” she says.
She types it all out … Slowly … Meticulously. It’s better than anything I’ve ever written. And then she starts to delete it. All of it.”Bye Bye Bye Bye,” she says as the words begin to disappear, letter by letter.
“Oh, Brooke, let’s leave it there. It’s wonderful.”
“Yes, baby. It is.”
She types it all back in. Slowly … Meticulously.
So, there you have it, Lily. Brooke’s first guest post.
Sorry, Russ, but I think you may have been outdone.