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Monthly Archives: August 2012
Coca Hola
We were lucky with Isaac. The worst for my household was the crushing boredom enhanced by lots of “togetherness” and pregnancy-fueled hormonal angst. Lots of folks weren’t so lucky. It’s times like this, as you sit in the sun and … Continue reading
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Tagged Baby Signing Times, Boots, Bubble Guppies, Coleridge, Dora the Explorer, Hurrican Isaac, opium, Team Umizoomi
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You Wind Some, You Lose Some
Manufacturers of baby books are missing an important demographic. For us southern/coastal moms, there really ought to be a page added which indicates “baby’s first hurricane.” In all honesty, this is an important rite of passage, although the tots involved … Continue reading
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Tagged baby book, Baby Signing Time, Bubble Guppies, hurricane, Hurricane Gustav, Jim Cantore
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The Wrath of Mom
I continue to have some pretty intense anger issues. No one is exempt except for my kid. It’s not that I’m running around like someone with Tourette’s Syndrome, unable to control what comes out of my mouth (usually); inside my … Continue reading
To Bean or Not to Bean
I had one of those “what do you do now” moments last night. To set the stage: I had made some slow-cooker concoction which morphed from a rather poor excuse for a black bean stew into a delicious bean dip … Continue reading
Posted in Parenting, Uncategorized
Tagged bath, bean dip, Bubble Guppies, Bubbletucky, dreadlocks, shampoo
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Parsley, Rage, Rosemary, and Thyme
I’m going to admit something that may anger lots of the more feminist-leaning ladies out there. When men (stupidly) ask things like, “What? Are you on the rag or something,” they have some reason to make that generalization. Granted, it’s … Continue reading
Morning is Broken (so is night, for that matter)
Nights have just become a whole lot more interesting around our house. Nearly a week ago, Stella figured out that she could vault out of her crib. There was no trial and error. There was not a single bonk or … Continue reading
Posted in Parenting, pregnancy
Tagged crib, Grover, kicking, marauding, sleep deprivation, toddler bed
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Greece is the Word
We got news a while back that Stella’s nanny will not be available in another year (she is most understandably fatigued at being home full-time, and since Stella’s BFF is heading out to a preschool, she’s going to pursue other … Continue reading
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Tagged child care, Dave Ramsey, debt, economy, finances, Harajuku mini
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The Hood, the Bad, and the Ugly
A lifetime ago, I started my blogging career on Myspace. I ranted about a myriad of topics but one of my favorites was my neighbors. We lived then in a small collection of townhomes and had some of the strangest … Continue reading
Posted in Parenting
Tagged Chief, Christmas Vacation, date rapist, Desperate Housewife, meth lab, nieghbors, suspicious behavior, Zsa Zsa
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Playing With the Queen of Parts
Since becoming pregnant the first time, I have been the recipient of all sorts of daily/weekly updates as to how pregnancy or parenting should be going. Sometimes these things are interesting, sometimes not. More often than not these days, I … Continue reading
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Tagged pee pee, penis, potty training, private parts, vagina, vulva
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Babe of Mutilation
Kids are messy. You just don’t expect to go into someone’s house that has kids and expect to see a museum showpiece (and if you do, someone in that equation is seriously ill – mentally or otherwise). Kids leave crumbs, … Continue reading