F is for Footprints

So, back when I tried to come up with a blog name, I agonized.  Nothing worked right at all.

Suddenly I remembered a phase where Connor was first learning to tell jokes.  He learned the joke:

How can you tell if an elephant has been in your refrigerator?
By the footprints in the butter!

He told that joke to my father, and Grandpa laughed.  Hard.  It was the first "joke" Connor had told him that actually made sense.

Connor decided it was the punchline.  So he started using the punchline for ev.er.y.thing.

What did the snowman say when he realized he didn't have a nose?
By the footprints in the butter!

Ad infinitum.  Ad nauseum.

It was funny, in a way, but it got so very old.

He finally outgrew it, but it still was a bit of a running gag.  Someone would ask a riddle, and we couldn't come up with the answer, so the default answer was, "By the footprints in the butter!"


So one day, Footprints in the Butter just kind of came to me.  And I knew I had my blog name.

• It's a family joke.
• It reminds me of the Footprints in the Sand poem.
• It reminds me of the footprints I'm trying to leave in the lives of my kids.

So... F is for Footprints.  In the Butter.  In the lives of those I encounter.  On the path beside me.

Go, check out Marcy's blog, where other people have posted about F things like Field trips, family and fun!!