Probably everyone who reads this blog is familiar with twitter. I have a twitter account that I abuse the hell out of by using it as an outlet for complaints, frustrations, and inform people about what I’m eating the the dreams I’ve been having. So yeah, it’s pretty pointless but I’ve found it’s a wonderful way for me to connect to other mothers who are having the same stresses and doubts I’ve been having, as well as it being a safe place for me to vent about stupid coworkers and bitches named Grendel. You know, the kind of smack-talk that if you expressed in your real life you’d get fired or ostracized or deported.  Plus, most of my friends have broken down and signed up for twitter so I can easily stay in touch with friends and family. I take comfort in the fact that they know what I had for dinner, and vice versa.

Isobel, who has never known a life without the iphone, also has a special relationship with twitter. Often she will “borrow” my phone or keyboard while I’m tweeting an add her own pearls of wisdom to the conversation. That’s inevitably what has happened when you see tweets like this:

That was not, in fact, a butt-tweet. It was a toddler tweet. And I have photographic evidence:

After Isobel was born I was filled with crazy New Mother Hormones and did the most logical thing that occurred  to me at the time: I set up a twitter account for Isobel.  I wanted to use it as a way to record milestones but it ended up being an outlet for further ridiculousness. Here’s a sampling of her tweets:

I don’t update her account all that often so if you’re not put off by intermittent ridiculousness it’s the account for you. I am planning to use it for more milestone-type tweeting in the future, which inevitably means more ridiculousness to follow. Please know that she will only follow you back if you are a pet or a baby, because once you’ve taken that small step past the border of  ridiculousness, you may as well move all the way in to Crazy Town.