September 2009

Behold My Trophy

It is pink and awesome

Moo!

No she’s not talking about a cowIt’s the Moon!

Crying It Out to Create Soldiers

“War babies cry it out shut down’ was a search term on google that landed not just one person on my site, but two this week. A little odd, but it reminded me of the Channel 4 Show: Bringing Up Baby which attempted to measure the successes and shortcomings of three different parenting methods for [...]

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Bedtime Avoidance

She thinks if she giggles enough bedtime will be delayed. It totally works.

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No More Paparazzi

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Meet Mr Goog

I knew early on that I would marry Josh because I knew he was the father of my children. I just knew. Other things confirmed it – we fought like cats and dogs, laughed alot, enjoyed doing absolutely nothing together and were completely different yet totally the same. This is us on our wedding day [...]

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The Guilty Ice Cream Sandwich

Yes. It is an ice Cream Sandwich (Monaco Bar). And Yes. I did give it to her because I felt guilty about the bump on her head. Logic has no place here.

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Through My Eyes

Every now and then I take a photo of Riley that actually looks like how I see her. This is one of those. Even though I’ve never seen her sleep with her hand under her cheek like that and she doesn’t really like stuffed toys. But something about this picture makes me want to cry. [...]

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The Sound That I Never Want to Hear Again

She stood up on a chair, fell over and hit her head (no soft landing – it was concrete). The silent crying which let me know it was really bad was truly awful. Within half an hour she was back to playing like it never happened. My recovery time was somewhat longer.

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The Growing Pains are Mine

Proper pyjamas make her seem really grown up. I am not a live in the moment sort of person. I either think too much about the past or too much about the future. So when I see her in her pyjamas and not the wondersuits she’s been in since she was a newborn it makes [...]

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