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Monthly Archives: June 2013
Night of the Vomit
I read a blog a while back which resonated with me in which a little girl got some scissors and gave herself a rather dramatic haircut on the dad’s watch. He felt awful about it and wanted beer. As parents, … Continue reading
Night of the Living Bed
I’ve tried to share my morning experiences with you. Here’s a sample of a typical evening. Bear in mind, as this scenario plays out, I’ve been up since 5:00 AM, gone to work, and picked up my children. By most … Continue reading
Posted in House and home, Parenting
Tagged bedtime, dinner, mess, Pigeon books, schedule, sippie cup, spaghetti, wine
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Clothe Encounters of the Third Kind
Ah, Stella. Please oh please for the love of glob don’t let her turn into a princess. While it’s been building for a while, my daughter has definitely reached the point in her development where she feels she is more … Continue reading
Posted in Parenting
Tagged dress, fashion, jon benet ramsey, Mo Willems, pigeon, Se7en, style, tutu, Wonder Woman
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It’s My Potty and I’ll Cry If I Want To
School has been a roller coaster. I think I may invest in some torn jeans and temporary tattoos for Stella. On Monday when I picked her up from school, I was told that she had been removed from class due … Continue reading
Posted in Parenting, Uncategorized
Tagged autism spectrum, behavior, fart, language delay, poop, potty training, school
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I A.M. What I A.M.
I did one of these a while back (https://larva225.wordpress.com/2013/01/03/mourning-glory/). I figured I’d do a second version now that I have a second child. You can think of it as a vehicle to share my pain. Or perhaps it could serve … Continue reading
Posted in House and home, Parenting
Tagged Baby Signing Time, kids, morning, Pigeon Finds a Hot Dog, They Might Be Giants
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Dad About You, Baby
I think dads kind of get shafted a bit with respect to Father’s Day. For Mother’s Day, you see flowers, hearts, brunches everywhere. It’s Valentine’s Day without the red and lingerie. What is the symbol of Father’s Day? A tie, … Continue reading
Filthing Station
I was treated to an unusually rough morning today. In addition to being awakened by Felix every 2 hours on the nose along with Stella being unusually restless last night (congested, coughing, and talking in her sleep), I was greeted … Continue reading
Mulch Ado About Nothing
Stella made it through an entire day at school yesterday. There was nary a phone call or email. Around 12:15 I started getting really anxious, as that’s when the dreaded nap time is set to begin. By 1:45, I was … Continue reading
A Three Hour Tour
While it started well and good, the first day of school ended up being a disaster. After ensuring she had a good breakfast, packing up all of her required gear, and bracing ourselves, Will and I took Stella in around … Continue reading
Posted in Parenting
Tagged boot camp, day care, first day of school, fish sticks, nap, sleep issues, stupid cats, vomitorium
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