The name

For the first time in a while, I don't feel terribly inspired today, so I will explain the name of this blog.

My almost-2-year-old likes those plastic buckles. I mean she REALLY likes buckling things. Luckily, she hasn't mastered unbuckling yet, which is a blessing.

So, if we are putting her in her carseat, for instance, she will often insist on taking over the buckling responsibilities by saying "MY buckleup!". I'm usually happy to let her.

She likes it so much in fact that D got a short strap and two buckles at REI for her to go to town with. It's a good toy, it probably set us back .52 tops.

When I was trying to think of a unique name for this blog, that one just came to me and, lo and behold, it wasn't taken.

Some have suggested that you could attribute a deeper meaning to that name related to my experience and while that's probably true, I don't think I have the energy to explore all those connections (i.e. I'm lazy). I think it would feel like trying to find the symbolism in my high school film class, at those times when I didn't know what the symbolism symbolized. I will be honest, I still have trouble with Chinatown.

So there you have it.