Some things change, some things stay the same

My husband and I were invited to a birthday cookout for a friend of ours and his daughter. It took place at his parents' house, which they had built out in the country. It's one of those places built on the edge of farmland, a big house on a big lot with only a few neighbors and lots of quiet. After things had gotten dark most of the kids starting chasing each other around, one of them had a flashlight. I stood there, holding our son, thinking about my childhood and the few years we lived in Western Kentucky (Calvert City).
I remember innocent nights in a small town playing flashlight tag or hide and seek with flashlights and it made me feel good to see that kids still did that. My husband even commented on having similar memories. Then our friend happened by and point out the feint glow of the cell phones his oldest daughter and her friends were using--probably to text each other. He said, "Ah the 21st century child", we had a good laugh and he went on to visit with other guests.
The 21st century child. One minute firmly planted in a traditional childhood with only a simple flashlight to entertain them and the next they've got their cell phones out to see who texted them.

The lazy Sunday

I'm sitting here waiting for my husband to get home from work and listening to our 21 month old try his hardest not to take a nap in the next room. My brain is telling me I should be doing three different things: write/edit novel; play more World of Warcraft; or do some more housework. I've spent the pre-nap part of my day hanging out with our son watching Nick Jr and since he's at a stage where being more than three feet from him results in a frantic were are you search I'm fine with having a lazy morning watching the Fresh Beat Band (among others). I figure at some point in the got here too quickly future he's not going to want me closer than three feet to him, so I should enjoy it while I can. I'll probably give in and do some housework because I'm in one of my moods where I feel like I don't do enough around the house.
Some day I'll have my novel done though...and a level 80 Gnome Death Knight named Thumbellina.  

New to blogging

I've mainly start this blog as an easy way to start following all the blogs I've been trying to keep up with and hopefully come up with some interesting posts of my own. Sorry this one is so boring, but my page was looking a little depressed with nothing on it.