Trying to Stop Time

Okay. So I have this incredibly scrumptious video of Livvy performing "Ring around the Rosy." Theoretically, I am supposed to be able to upload video onto my blog, but do you think I can get the video camera to communicate with the computer in any way, shape or form so that my computer can communicate the video to my blog? The only thing that has been communicated in the last 45 minutes is obscene thoughts to every piece of technological equipment within 17 feet.

Abbie would tell me to go blow bubbles...

Okay, I'm back. I feel better.

At any rate, if I ever figure out how to make this video thing work, perhaps you'll see the video. Until then, a description will have to suffice.

Livvy is in that oh-so-memorable phase where what she says gets discombobulated and comes out a bit diffently than intended. Example: Livvy gets her haircut by Rock-n-san (translation: Roxane). When Liv potty-trained, her reward was "squwittles" (translation: skittles). I LOVE this stage. Her words are my laughter everyday. Yet, I know it won't last; her language growth is inevitable, but don't think I won't long to hear those nuances once they are gone.

So...today, I made a point to capture some of my favorites on film. The film you are currently not seeing because technology and I had a knock-down-drag-out and I didn't win. But I have it on video. Liv's rendition of "Ring Around the Rosy":

"Wing awound the Wrosy
Pocket pull o Wrosy
Ashes, ashes,
We all fall dowwwwn! "

(You aren't supposed to be able to drag out consanants...only vowels..but kids are exempt from this natural law.)

The picture above (the still life one---obviously not the video---did I mention that didn't work out?) is the exclamation point to her performance. She walked up to the camera, stuck her face right in, flashed an ornery little grin, and said, "Cheeeeeeese."

I can't stop time. Next week, she'll sing "Ring Around the Rosy" correctly and I'll be proud but oddly sighing as it marks the passage of time. And though I can't stop that process, thanks to technology (yes, I am actually sucking it up and saying that) I'll be able to relish in that moment from time to time.

But you won't. Unless you come to my house. Because I still can't get my video camera to communicate with my computer.

I better go blow some more bubbles.