So me and Little Dude are pals. You know, until he decides to give his underpants a little poo kiss or continues his quest to create a Sacagawea-sized bald spot in his hair by tugging at it. Or when I make him brush his teeth or say his prayers when he’s “too tired” or tell …
Since I’m in mixed company and need to perpetuate an image of cleanly wholesomeness, I won’t use the uncensored term for “poop-faced”, but I’m pretty sure you’ve heard of it– and while Little Dude doesn’t fit the slang definition, he recently fit the literal.
So Little Sis is a cute, squirming poop machine. She sleeps, eats, …
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Breakfast art is rad. Especially when it’s unexpected.
One minute Little Dude is tearing up pancakes and smashing blueberries into them– the next he’s created Boy. With “mustachio”.
So there’s a lot of hustle and bustle around here with Little Sis’ arrival and all, but we also had another arrival earlier in the week.
Stinky Pete, the craptastic Marmot.
I’m not sure if he actually lives under our deck, but we found the little bastage snooping around last fall and this last weekend we found …
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So, we’re sitting here in the hospital, epidural plugged in and Lady-Friend under the effects of its liquid magic. While she’s skipping through fields of posies and receiving butterfly kisses from the cute and cuddly creatures of the enchanted kingdom of Lala, I’ll lay out the day’s history.
We arrived at 8 am this morning, Pitocin …
It’s an installment that’s been a long time coming, but has arrived nonetheless.
We’ve been eating a lot of Quinoa lately. It’s like couscous, but deliciouser. The other night we threw some no-sodium chicken broth in there which ended up tasting like poison. As Little Dude was pounding it down, we asked, “So how do you …
