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s-Tood-ious

Despite appearances, I haven’t fallen off the end of the world. I’ve got a pinkie hold yet. We’re just cramming to finish homeschool for this year.
brb

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I asked Pi to get the baby dressed, and rather than choosing, you know, clothes, this is what she came up with:

“Oh please! Mr. Tiger, don’t eat me up, and I’ll give you my beautiful tie dyed bandana plus a little sass to boot.”

Not to be outdone, here is Ood a couple weeks ago

sporting [...]

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creative play

My children’s creative use of toys gives me a glimpse into the inner workings of their young minds.

Mr. Potato Head has hairy armpits.

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Choirfest

Tood is asleep now, but in a few minutes I’m going to wake him again to spoon some water into his lips and perhaps feed him a bite of yogurt. Just before I got up this morning he had to race to the bathroom for what would be the first of fourteen quadrillion hard purges. [...]

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Wait, Haiku Friday!
The clock says it’s a bit late.
Procrastinator
::
receding slowly
mountains of snow grow porous
revealing treasures
::
Why did no one tell
that this was available
instead of strained peas?

(I know, I know, I just posted a foody baby face. It’s refreshing to see a theme begin to emerge from this blog, no?)

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I don’t know why I ever bother making New Years resolutions, right in the thick of the darkest and bleakest days of winter, but I do. My resolutions are invariably of the same genre: get organized with a sprinkling of getting in shape. I always give them a good college try too. But you must [...]

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eschew obfuscation

I am not always a sagacious potentate endeavoring to succor my progeny. What I consider benevolence is considered by them parsimony. My new rule of keeping the game boys out of the bedrooms has caused the lachrymonius bunch to weep until their eyes are tumid. Will they die of ennui?
I’ve been playing the vocabulary game [...]

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the croon of the bassoon

my spouse plays bassoon

not just does he, but loves he

sublime overtones
 

Baby’s lullaby
low strains wafting in to her
from the living room
 

could he teach the kids?
bassoonists are uncommon
future scholorships

(That’s Isp five years ago)

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Baby walks

Eleven months is really not very long.

Just enough time to blink, really, to exhale. A moment, a pause, a flicker. It is barely time to even notice.

But eleven months is enough time to walk. Yes, walk! And it’s enough time to unload every dish towel from the drawer, to learn to say “Daddy” and [...]

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I think Pi was two the year we first broke a homemade piñata on Christmas Eve. Why a piñata? I don’t know. We were new parents trying to drum up a kid-friendly activity. All she dared do was lightly tap it with the stick from a safe distance, and even that took some prodding, gentle [...]

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Okay, I’ve had my little blog break. NaBloPoMo was naturally followed by NoBloPoMo. I was meaning to blog over the holidays (har) so just think of this as my way of prolonging the holiday spirit.
We had a joyous and rambunctious Christmas. That is, after we got the Christmas card photo shoot over with. My patient [...]

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swear weirds

Swear words are strictly taboo in this family. Yes, I am a prude. But Isp is a kid who likes to push his limits. From the back seat of the car I heard him taunt, “I’m going to swear. Hhh…. eeeeh…”
“If you say a swear word, I will wash your mouth out with a soapy [...]

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