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Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world, taking midnight trains places.



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Stan the Man in the Tan Van...a Sesame Street Literary Rhyme

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 20:27:00 +0000

Bad news: I finished a great book. How to follow up an engrossing read, especially before you're ready to turn out the light? 

I had this dilemma last night when I closed the back cover to Amy Tan's gripping memoir, The Opposite of Fate. It was 8:30 pm. Now what?

The process:

First, a palate-cleansing break. Rearrange the (5 or 6) pillows and get comfortable. Second, pick up the library book I have 3/4 finished, titled, The Spellman Files. Remind self that it contains an interesting mystery, despite trying-too-hard style, and prosaic writing. I still want to find out what happens. Third, get reading again. Break over.

It wasn't Amy Tan, but then again, very few books are.



Friday

Fri, 19 Oct 2012 19:10:00 +0000

Howdy there. How are you? 

So many changes with a baby are monumental, and then also kind of mundane. 

Take today. It's Friday. We're upstairs in baby Evelyn's bedroom instead of downstairs in the kitchen, trying to work on our homeschool lessons for the older girl. I decided to grab my laptop and relax up here in this different space. We have the radio tuned to NPR, like usual, and Evelyn is enjoying a blanket-covered floor with the toys that stay upstairs. The older one is cleaning her room. At least, she is supposed to be cleaning her room but it's awfully quiet in there. It sounds more like she's reading books than cleaning. It's like a whole new thing, except for girlie's book-reading, but without all the effort of actually leaving the house.

This little house. It's small, but at around 1,600 sq. ft. it's not small at all. It is cozy, our house built for elves. In 1945, post-war, people must've been shorter? I don't know, but I love the low ceilings, the built-in shelves (WE NEED MOOOORE), and the steep stairs that were made, I can only assume, for the teeny little people that used to live here. They didn't bonk their heads on the doorframe that we do when we walk down the stairs. Or bonk their heads on the sloping ceilings on the second floor. But it's a romantic kind of ceiling, so the goose-egg that it leaves on our heads is cute. One of these days, we'll probably  move. I just wish we could find a house with as much cuteness - some people call it character - as this one. But character in one built for not-elves, like us.

Evelyn is enjoying her room. She is much less screechy this morning than usual, even though her tummy has been giving her trouble. She's had several poops during the day, whereas her normal routine is to have just one... or two at the most. Aren't you glad you asked?

It's just a normal Friday. My teeth are not yet brushed. Both children are clean and dressed. We will probably go to the library, if their mom can get it together enough to clean her teeth to a socially acceptable level, that is.

It's a good day.



The World is a Magical Place

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 22:47:00 +0000

Remember the child from the box? Well, she's taking her afternoon nap. And this morning, she had a morning nap. And last night? Last night, she slept in her crib for the first time. Her father and I took turns sitting with her until she fell asleep. When she woke during the night, I was prepared to soothe her but not feed her. She mostly self-soothed before I could go in there and muck things up, except for that 2 - 3:30 am stretch where I went into her room LIKE A MORON. See: previous part about SELF-SOOTHING, dumdum.There is a reason why sleep deprivation is a torture device, people. Think about it.Holy sweet Baby Jesus, today is a marvelous day!!!! The world is a beautiful place!!!!!!!! Meanwhile, there's the other one. The older one. She is running cross-country this fall for the first time.She's the blondie in black shoes. I screamed maniacally for her as she ran by. I think she loves that.Kids. There's nothing like them. Sometimes you put them in boxes in a vain attempt to hang onto your mind and get through the next few minutes, and other times you shout out loud your support for all the world to hear. Much to their dismay. I'm not sure which is the truest indicator of a loving parent. Probably both.[...]



The Baby at Nine Months

Wed, 03 Oct 2012 00:22:00 +0000

Yesterday, I put my kid in a box. She was screaming and unhappy everywhere else I put here, might as well go for broke. It kept her happy for a surprising amount of time. I think I washed dishes.


She still won't crawl, eat solid foods, or allow any teeth to come through her gums. I'm trying not to panic, which means NOT going to the internet and googling "eight month old doesn't crawl". Because I did that and the results range from "crawling is normal at 9 to 10 months" to "it could be the result of central nervous system damage...". Good old internet.

Today Evelyn turns nine months old. To mark the occasion, she took a nap with the cat. The cat jumped in her bed as I was feeding her in preparation for her afternoon nap, when he pointedly looked at me  before settling down as if to say, "you're stuck under the baby, so watch this."

I shook the bed and tried to get him out, but he just looked like he was enjoying his free massage. So, I put the baby in on top of/next to him. I think I made my point.


Who know what tomorrow will bring? Maybe crawling, and the minute she pulls out all the books from the bookshelf and gets into my purse to rip out all the checks, I know I will wonder why I wanted it to happen so badly in the first place. Immobility is not so bad.



The Day When My Daughter Insisted Upon Her Own Personality

Fri, 31 Aug 2012 17:35:00 +0000

My oldest daughter is going to run cross country this fall. I want to start running again to get into shape, so we have been running together this week. The benefits: mother-daughter bonding time! Motivation to get outside! Other stuff!It has been good. We have run intervals, done sprintwork at the track, and are supposed to go for a longer, easy jog today. (Meanwhile, I'm on my third cup of decaf and she's eating a late breakfast. It's also Friday, which means there's more than an incredibly precise chance that we'll do pretty much anything else than a longer, easy jog today. Like, not run at all.)One interesting thing has popped up over this past week's running. My 11-year old has decided it's time to start "growing up" and "separating herself as an individual" a bit. This has taken the form of questioning much of what I ask her to do during our run workouts. She questions me, and has a tiny attitude. Which is normal, I get it. But yo, you wouldn't do this when your DAD coaches you, would you? No. I guess it's just moms that get to see the full force of the fancy hormone-changing grump-tasticness?Not being grumpy, just reading.Which I guess, makes me special. With her mom, she feels like she can be herself, even if that self looks more like a cat getting a bath rather than the sweet kid we've raised from birth.I tell myself that it's okay. It's a phase. It's supposed to happen this way. And besides, that's why God invented wine, for when our progeny do their hardest growing* and we need something to prop us up for the process.My husband tells me our daughter wants to do things her way, just like me. (We'll deal with THAT characterization later.......crap, it's true.)* (And we're not even to the years that end it -teen...)[...]



Baby Food

Mon, 20 Aug 2012 01:06:00 +0000

Found out that the cereal I've been feeding Evvie is giving her constipation. Turns out that cereal, commonly used as baby's first food, should be one of the last foods introduced to a breastfed baby for a number of reasons. 

It is a processed food that has to be fortified. The iron it contains is not necessary for breastfed babies. The iron it contains is not as readily absorbed as that contained in human milk (10% vs. 40% absorption rate). The extra iron can cause constipation. The nutrition it delivers is substandard when compared to human milk...the list goes on. (Information courtesy www.breastfeedingbasics.com)

I have two children. Why did I not know this?!?



Evvie's not too fond of solid foods yet. She liked her cereal room temperature. If her fruit was refrigerated, it had to be warmed up first. She hasn't loved anything in particular, except breastfeeding, God love her.


Forget the cereal. She's getting bananas and applesauce now. The only thing coming out of this butt will be pure fruit.


And maybe popsicles.



Minus the stick.



Rant

Fri, 10 Aug 2012 18:35:00 +0000

So, there's this topic I've been immersed in for a few months. Most of us don't have a clue about the farming practices that go into our food, and let me tell you, it's a scary thing. But we've got to know, and we've got to find a way to fix it. Much like a hot dog factory, it's disgusting.Who reads the Congressional Record, unless forced to as a condition of release from hostage-takers? Not me. Government language is boring, full of "strike line 9 and amend line 13....". I've included a little bit from the latest farm bill which addresses genetically modified foods, and consumers' right to know what we buy.It's a dirty job, trying to do the right thing. Highly-paid lobbyists are outside the doors, panting and clouding up the windows of Congress with their hot, nasty breath. Meanwhile, regular Americans are at work, at home, and busy taking care of children and doing dishes rather than paying attention to the details of all that legalspeak.But, there is a reason you should care about the farm bill recently under consideration in Congress. Why should we care? Isn't the FDA on top of things? Well, if by "on top of things" you mean on top of opening the door to hiring regulators directly from the biotech companies they are supposed to regulate? Then yes, they are on top of that.It's not the first time government and business are in bed together, but this is what we eat. This is what we feed our children, and it affects our health. There are no studies that consider genetically modified foods and their affects, but there is plenty of anecdotal evidence that it is harmful to children by causing severe allergic reactions, among other things. If you've read "The Unhealthy Truth" then you know what I'm talking about. If you haven't read that book yet, you should.BORING, YET CRITICALLY IMPORTANT TEXT FROM THE BILL:   SA 2256. Mr. SANDERS (for himself and Mrs. BOXER) submitted an amendment intended to be proposed by him to the bill S. 3240, to reauthorize agricultural programs through 2017, and for other purposes; which was ordered to lie on the table; as follows:    On page 1009, after line 11, add the following:SEC. 12207. CONSUMERS RIGHT TO KNOW ABOUT GENETICALLY ENGINEERED FOOD ACT.    (1) surveys of the American public consistently show that 90 percent or more of the people of the United States want genetically engineered or modified foods to be labeled as such;    (2) a landmark public health study in Canada found that--    (A) 93 percent of pregnant women had detectable toxins from genetically engineered or modified foods in their blood; and    (B) 80 percent of the babies of those women had detectable toxins in their umbilical cords;    (3) the tenth Amendment to the Constitution of the United States clearly reserves powers in the system of Federalism to the States or to the people; and    (4) States have the authority to require the labeling of foods produced through genetic engineering or derived from organisms that have been genetically engineered.        (d) Right to Know.--Notwithstanding any other Federal law (including regulations), a State may require that any food, beverage, or other edible product offered for sale in that State have a label on the container or package of the food, beverage, or other edible product, indicating that the food, beverage, or other edible product contains a genetically engineered or genetically modified ingredient.AND FINALLY, LANGUAGE TO PROTECT REGULAR FARMERS FROM MASSIVE COMPANIES WHO LIKE TO PICK ON PEOPLE, THE BASTARDS:   SA 2257. Mr. SANDERS submitted an amendment intended to be proposed by him to the bill S. 3240, to reauthorize agricultural programs through 2017, and for other purposes; which was ordered to lie on the table; as follows:  &[...]



Bonding over Bumbos

Mon, 06 Aug 2012 18:13:00 +0000

At my high school reunion, there was a lot of catching up to do. After the initial How are yous and What have you been up tos, there's not much to say unless you find something in common.

There were people there that instantly bonded, even though they had never met. Four month old Jordan and seven month old Evelyn had a lot to say drool about.



Hey, I see you've got a Bumbo seat, too.



Yeah. It's hard to poop in, but other than that, I like it.



Cool.

I am not the only one having babies at this stage of the game. Besides Jordan, there was a six-month old boy, a 10-year old girl with a toddler sister, plus an expectant mom.

Cool.



Seven Months

Thu, 02 Aug 2012 06:55:00 +0000

Tomorrow the baby turns 7 months old. Tonight she started scooting. 


I was washing dishes at the kitchen sink, so had my back to her. Evelyn was sitting on the floor with the pillow behind her in case she decided to recklessly throw herself backwards. Babies do the craziest things.  



When I turned around, she was sitting on the floor, but turned away from the pillow. She hadn't rolled, there wasn't enough space. As I exclaimed, "The baby has moved! She isn't where I left her!" husband came into the room.


How did she do that? We were both wondering, when she started scooting. She kicked her little chubby legs and she scooted backward.



Today we went to the fair. We looked at all the animals except horses and cows. I ate an elephant ear, a burrito, and a cinnamon roll (good grief, why am I sharing all THAT?). Evvie watched it all. Who knew that all the while she was thinking, when I get home I'm going to scoot backwards and REALLY blow their minds!







A First of Sorts

Wed, 20 Jun 2012 06:08:00 +0000

Baby's first rice cereal. I was all excited to try a bit of solid food, to get more in baby's tummy so baby would feel full and baby wouldn't want to eat once per hour or some such nonsense.I'm not exactly doing attachment parenting, except I think that I am what with feeding on demand and all. Oh, sure, sometimes I distract the baby with other things, like brushing my teeth, just to buy another 10 minutes here and there. Now that she's five months old, she MUST want to EAT something SUBSTANTIAL, right??? When does the detachment process begin? I mean, not "rip off the band-aid and throw it away" harshness, just some subtle, you know, independent sitting for a few minutes and things.Evelyn isn't down with it. Instead of baby's first rice cereal = success! so that we could celebrate and move on to other such things as Sleeping More and Making Mommy's Coffee, no. I'm in ur high chair not eatin' ur food.Evelyn Roísin prefers to drink her breakfast, just like the longshoremen. Evelyn's got it over the longshoremen with her smooth face that I would like to lick. And do, on occasion. Mostly I just eat her hands and feet, snacking on some cheek every now and again.STARDATE MONDAY, JUNE 18: RICE CEREAL ATTEMPT NO. 2Our subject has gotten a whole 10 days older, with 10 days worth of growing and development under her belt. She's been practicing sitting up and watching the family eat with their utensils, though she is not mimicking us. Perhaps her fool mother thinks she is ready to try again with the cereal? Let's find out.Hallo, what's this?My nemesis, Spoon. I've seen you before, you of new-way-to-eat of doom. I've rejected more comforting alternate food delivery devices, I will reject you, too. If my icy stare doesn't freeze you in mid-delivery, then my steel-trap mouth will not let you in.Do not enter. Wrong way. Do not pass go. Back up Jack. It ain't happenin'.Noooooooooooooooooo. Ope.Admit defeat, you coated-for-my-comfort scoundrel! Lay there like the useless instrument that you are. That's right.Hmm, what is this delicious coating on my hand? Methinks I would like to lick it, just to spite the spoon.Haha!Evelyn won the first round, and the second. Stay tuned.........the spoon has more delicious weaponry in its arsenal. I don't want to give it away, but it rhymes with "bapplesauce".[...]



5 Months

Sat, 02 Jun 2012 22:47:00 +0000

Evelyn is five months old today. I would like to be able to say that this advanced age means she is sleeping through the night, but no. Let's remember back to January 6th, when she was four days old. And then four days later, she was eight days old. It wasn't long before she turned 10 days old. And, before we knew it, she was two weeks plus two days. Let's face it, that is way too young to fight the people who dress you up to look like a reindeer.At three weeks, we put a bee on her butt and turned her over to immortalize the fanny-decoration.All that brown hair, two blonde parents....hmmmm.....Still three weeks old. This 11-year old child bears a striking resemblance to the girl who responded, when asked if she was excited about the arrival of her sibling, "NO." Look who is having a terrible time now.Power to the proletariat babies!One month old...still sleeps anytime, anywhere.At five weeks, she began to make faces at alternate food-delivery devices. "No way, Jose," is the message baby Evelyn would like you to know.Six weeks. Milo likes to look nonchalant, but he is wondering whether Evelyn would taste like chicken, or some kind of red meat?Milo: That finger looks delicious!Don't worry Evelyn, I won't leave you alone with him. He's not old enough to babysit yet.It was during her sixth week that she perfected her Alfred Hitchcock impression.Spot on, I might add.I don't know what kind of things babies laugh at, but Evelyn finds life, up to now, hysterical.Life with Evelyn and Natalie is pretty sweet. The two of them get along. So far.Being a mom to two kids is fun. I'm more relaxed this time around with baby care, but it's more hectic with our schedule. When one kid needs to get to softball practice, the other one needs to nurse. That can get tricky, but we figure it out.Feet.Hello, smiling at people and not just gas anymore! Although, we all smile for gas. Who doesn't smile for gas? Unless it's someone else's gas.Meeting her aunt and cousin for the first time. They laughed and laughed.A giggly baby is surprisingly entertaining.Baby shower, where my oldest friends met my newest daughter.Misty and Evelyn have decided to have a looking serious contest.More people holding the baby...Having a baby makes you forget your 20th high school reunion is this year. Holy cow.McKenzie said she didn't know how to hold the baby, but she did just fine.Bumbo seat! Whoever came up with this cushy seat that lets curious babies sit up before they can do so on their own deserves some kind of award. Like an Oscar, or a big, wet, slobbery kiss.Evelyn and grandpa pass the time together. She couldn't stop looking at that red hat.These girls don't know how happy they make me. When I saw this, my insides melted, just like the bad guy did in "Raiders of the Lost Ark" when the angels escaped from the Ark. Except mine was a happy kind of melt.Evelyn, thank you for bringing your happiness to our lives, for making us laugh along with you. I don't know where we'd be without you, Evva-Zevva, Evelyns, Evvie-pie, angel buns, milk breath![...]



May 2nd

Sun, 06 May 2012 00:12:00 +0000

One year ago on May 2nd, I took a pregnancy test. It was positive. I showed that test to my husband, hand shaking. We were going to have a baby! Well, duh. It wasn't a puppy.




Note: test stick shown above was the one used to discern the existence of the baby, pictured. DOES NOT INDICATE ANOTHER PREGNANCY...CEASE UR PANICKING!


Four months ago, on January 2nd, Evelyn arrived. With her birth, two sisters were made.



I always wanted to have more than one child. I wanted them to have siblings, for many reasons. Mostly so that they'd have someone to talk to about their nutty childhoods, but also that they would hopefully grow up to like each other enough to be friends.

And, with more kids you've got a better shot at one of them growing up to make a good living and support their parents in their old age.


Not after you put one-year old pee next to my innocent baby face. Think again, MOTHER.

Family: all because two people fell in love.



These Are the Days of Our Lives

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 22:06:00 +0000

Evelyn had her 4 month checkup today. We were early (SHOCKING) and so we went for coffee (decaf, one sugar). While waiting at the drive-through, this was going on in the backseat:




Adorable sister time that was captured with my phone camera. I lamented this at the time, but the results look almost better than my camera camera. Wow, technology these days.




Hands! And, siblings looking at each other! Precious moments dolls and baby cupids are shouting out to choirs of angels in heaven over this.


I may be a touch hormonal, but good lord the sweetness!


The only sister time in the car that I remember is that of fighting over who didn't have to sit on the hump in the middle. Cars these days, they don't even have a hump anymore. 


What with camera phones and no-hump cars, I can't keep up.



Way Back Machine

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 02:53:00 +0000

A change from baby pictures for a moment. How about the 1980s?

 Our family regularly vacationed in California to visit family. We frequented the Ponderosa Ranch for sarsaparilla, horseback rides, and Hoss Burgers. There was also Lake Tahoe and family in Reno.

This is me and my dad on horseback. That horse liked to scratch his butt on the shrubbery, which was located at the top of a steep precipice. My dad wasn't too comfortable with that, but he thought it was pretty funny.


Here we are again. This time it's my sister (in blue), me, and Uncle Lee (the family we visited). No itchy-butt horses here.


I remember the cars didn't have air conditioning, and we didn't acquire personal music devices for many years. Once we did, it was GREAT. Lots of Depeche Mode and Joy Division was played on my Walkman.

 My sister and I, trying not to look like to kids from small-town Oregon, and looking very much like kids from small-town Oregon.


Usually we spent some time in and around Reno, then we'd drive to Southern California to visit Grandma. The side trip to Reno broke up the monotony of I5. I can't believe we did all that traveling, in our little cars with all our stuff in two weeks.

 I still like to take road trips, but nowadays there is more likely to be a book on cd playing over the air conditioning fan. All fodder for my daughters' blog entries, I'm sure.



A Day

Tue, 17 Apr 2012 22:56:00 +0000

It's a frog-footed pajama kind of day.

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I have no idea what THAT means. Or why my pictures have been so blurry lately. But anyway, frog feet!



What the Fuss

Tue, 03 Apr 2012 15:00:00 +0000

As a breastfeeding mom, I have a long list of foods to avoid eating or else they will upset the baby. As the mother of an infant, I have very little time to invest in creating new menus to replace those I have automatically enjoyed for years. Take breakfast, with the restriction of no eggs, peanuts, or dairy. I can replace the milk on my cereal with rice milk, but that leaves my bagel painfully dry, without peanut butter, cream cheese or butter.

Breakfast is annoying but the worst meal of the day by far is dinner, where I must make something amenable to my baby and the rest of the family. Sometimes, I have cereal for dinner. That doesn't cut it for the rest of them, though, who don't like to eat like they're still in college. A dish as simple as pasta becomes inordinately difficult. No marinara, and no alfredo either.

There are websites that list meal plans and recipes for people like me, but often they are for omitting one item or maybe two, not the entire list that is applicable to me. A dairy-free site will tell me to avoid dairy if baby is fussy, but suggest cabbage or broccoli as an alternate calcium source, which also makes my baby fussy. A breastfeeding guide to nutrition cautions me to get plenty of calories, and then merrily suggests getting plenty of calcium from sources like yogurt or broccoli, which we've already established are out of the question.

Restrictions + no time + need for calories = mealtime freak out.

That formula could be the case, but I've decided to remain calm. I've eaten my (cereal with rice milk) breakfast, now it's time to plan for lunch. Yesterday's lettuce sandwich was all right, but isn't enough. I can't keep improvising. I need a plan. I also need a calcium supplement.

No:

eggs
dairy
tomatoes
citrus
peanuts
soy
corn
vegetables like cabbage and broccoli
shellfish
caffeine
carbonated drinks


Evelyn is calm for now.....to the internets!

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Wise Things

Thu, 29 Mar 2012 15:53:00 +0000

Today I learned how to make homemade granola and to let the dust bunnies go nuts because babies don't keep!

Granola from Orangette, Olive Oil and Maple Granola; babies don't keep sentiment from the Leaky Sippy.



Sunday, Poopy Sunday

Sun, 18 Mar 2012 22:20:00 +0000

Ahhhh..........Sunday. The day of rest. The Sabbath. A day for lounging, reading the paper, drinking endless cups of coffee, and not doing much of anything one normally does during the week.None of that describes this day. This day was precisely the opposite, and with a lot more bodily fluids involved. Specifically, hers:The rest portion of the day was wiped out when I was up twice to feed and diaper Baby Evvie. That's not bad, because it means she slept longer rather than shorter. My addled brain thanks you, baby. I am slightly less addled today and I appree-she-ate that. In my most sleep-deprived delirium, I think about some pretty wacky things. Sometimes I think babies know we're tired and are engaged in a plot to see how long they can keep us up until they fall asleep. I tried to take a nap with her earlier and she was all, THAT IS NOT HAPPENING ON MY WATCH. The other babies might hear about how she let her mother nap during the day, and she would be, what? Fired? I don't know. Must get some sleep and put brain to useful purposes instead of this nonsense.The coffee-drinking is not something I can indulge in while breastfeeding, for the most part I do avoid massive infusions of caffeine. Instead, I drink black tea for my first cup of the day and then herbal after that. Well, today I went nuts and had a cup of coffee. Not more than 8 ounces, mind you. It wasn't a Girls Gone Wild kind of binge, but that was a little bit different.What's next, reading the paper? Oh, well, I got to read an article or two before the crying got to me and I had to pay attention to the baby.KIDDING. It was three articles. ** NOT REALLY.I was under time pressure to eat my lunch and so just read whatever section was in front of me. It was the front page, about a man who shot his son in alleged self-defense. Sad. I don't remember the others (what with all the crying I was trying to ignore).As for not doing much of anything that I normally do during the week, let's inventory. Today I did:➜ laundry➜ cooked, or reheated food➜ washed dishes➜ swept laundry room➜ fed baby➜ changed baby➜ gave baby a bath after massive blowout involving immersing baby fully clothed in warm sink bath because the poop, she was everywhere➜ changed baby's outfit after unlawful peeing incident**➜ drank 8 ounces of fully-caffeinated coffee, with a little sugarThose are just a few of the things I have done this restful Sunday. So different!Neener!Baby Evvie has fallen asleep. Now is when the ancient conundrum rears its head, because I have to decide whether to sleep, eat, read, or some compact version of all three. My husband and oldest daughter are out doing softball things, and I wonder whether I want to go somewhere? That would require packing diaper bag, hefting baby around in car seat, in other words work. I'm not averse to work, but again, I'm trying to make this day look different than the other six.Uhhh.....no dice.In the end I chose to blog about it, to give it all meaning. I type for you. WIth Milo looking on and concerned that maybe the cursor ought to be attacked.This is what Evvie looks like right now, except with eyes closed.He thinks that would be too much work and has laid his head on the computer to sleep instead. A noble endeavor, which I will now pursue because my addled brain is all empty and such.** Peeing while one's diaper is removed.[...]



A Conversation With Evelyn

Sun, 18 Mar 2012 03:20:00 +0000

I have something to say.Happy St. Paddy's Day! My mom's drinking a Guinness for you.Just kidding.She doesn't have any Guinness. But if she did, she would totally drink one.So, here's the thing......I've been smiling, and now I'm old enough that it's not due to gas. See?This baby is not tooting.Here's another one. My mom's talking to me all funny, and it makes me laugh.Still not tooting...Sometimes I worry about the grownups in this house. The way they act in order to get me to do things? It's embarrassing. It makes me laugh.Note the blurry baby? It is not Gaussian Blur, that is Baby Blur. Also, this chair rocks so that could also be why.That could be a Photoshop filter.Baby Blurrrrrr...Go ahead and look. I'm adorable!I move so fast, you can't get a good picture. But the smile makes you want to eat me up, doesn't it?That's what mom says. I can't say that doesn't make me nervous.[...]



Motherhood is Losing One's Mind One Sleepless Night at a Time

Mon, 12 Mar 2012 20:58:00 +0000

The baby teased me with a couple of five-hour nights before she decided she didn't need that much sleep all in a row.

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Commented to husband the other night: I don't want to only be able to converse about sleep schedules and the intricacies of diaper changes, and yet, here I am.

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This is what it is for now, it seems. Things will change and flow into the next stage in time. I will read the paper everyday again soon, and drink caffeinated coffee without counting ounces...one day.

On the other hand, who wouldn't want to spend the wee hours with this one?

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Sisters

Mon, 20 Feb 2012 18:44:00 +0000

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Photo Card

Mon, 20 Feb 2012 18:16:00 +0000

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Girl and Cat

Sat, 06 Aug 2011 18:27:00 +0000

Natalie and Dewey in a poorly edited, strangely color casted photo...

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Miles

Thu, 26 May 2011 12:57:00 +0000

When Milo is ready to play he gets this certain look in his eyes that is hard to describe. If you remember the snake from The Jungle Book movie, the swirly, hypnotizing eyes. That is what I see in Milo's eyes.

Here, he is too sleepy to have full-on swirly eyes. This is more his, "I just woke up, give me a few minutes to catch up and then I'll kill you" face.

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This is how he looks when he's about to attack my head. Why I let a cat who attacks my head also sleep on my pillow is called SUCKER.

This is typical of how Milo looks in action. This particular action is yawning, but the gaping mouth is impressive nonetheless.

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The mice in the neighborhood don't stand a chance against The Predator. Except when he sleeps.

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Mama sez ai iz so gud when ai sleep! Wut do u think that meenz?



Law of the Jungle

Tue, 24 May 2011 00:43:00 +0000

The wild animal stalks her prey with stealth, often waiting hours for just the right moment.

The prey, meanwhile, is unaware of the danger that is about to befall him.

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The wild animal in question wears orange sweatpants and no socks when stalking...

Dewey should know better by now.