I'm sitting at the counter in the kitchen and I'm checking the comments on my Tuesday Slice of Life post and reading other slices during the girls nap. I see my dad slide onto the computer at the desk in front of me.
I've observed over the last few days that he's good about checking the stocks
"Stocks are down 100 points."
and the weather
"Still says it's 96 degrees."
or playing a quick game of Hearts
(in which he insists he wins almost every time).
Instead, at this moment, I see him pull up my mom's blog. He reads her post and laughs about poor ol' Max trying to survive with my two little intruders. He then scrolls through the comments and ventures over to my blog.
There is something strange or awkward or cool about seeing someone else reading your blog on their computer screen.
"Oh, I guess the next time you write you are going to have to write about your trip from the girls point of view. And everybody loved your no to-do list!" I guess that was his way of leaving his 'comment.'
"I just think this is so cool!" He exclaimed.
Every week my dad reads my mom's blog and my blog. I think that's pretty cool.