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I recently had the bright idea that I could get some reading done at the library while the Beannut played silently nearby. Ha. Instead, she tore up the shelves of books surrounding her, then waved to me and crawled away. Our local library is having some serious budget issues and maintenance these days is not their first . . . → Read More: Be Careful What You Wish For While one mess is getting cleaned up, another one is being created. All. . . . → Read More: Life With a Toddler: This past week, we had the Beannut baptized. The ceremony was held during her naptime and I worried that she’d be freaking out and unmanageable through the ceremony and sleeping off in a corner during our luncheon. Instead, she was nothing short of angelic. Similarly, on Thanksgiving, she didn’t nap enough and had been pretty tired . . . → Read More: Because She Doesn’t Have A Lot of Toys? So I am getting a little lazy with my all-organic, all-homemade, all-the-time routine around here. Some days, I admit, the best I can do is Whole Foods pumpkin muffins, oatmeal, and some peanut-butter and banana. And I cringe at the thought of her going without any veggies. But then I got wind of this green shake stuff . . . → Read More: Drinks For Beannuts So we’re finally getting this child cleansed of her original sin. And being the good Catholics we are, I figured we should at least show our faces at mass tonight since the baptism is in two weeks and we haven’t been to church in, oh, about eight months. Heck, we’re not even registered parishioners. Heck, we . . . → Read More: Baptismal waters… Mahom (me) Or, for that matter… hoods. She hates sweet potatoes and won’t let me give her medicine or supplements in any way shape or form (not even mixed in water); in fact, she won’t even drink water now that I’ve “poisoned” it once before. It’s imprinted. She’s like that. I can’t take her temperature. She screams. She insists on holding . . . → Read More: She Won’t Wear Hats Just a regular foot in her mouth. Like, all the time. And today she did it while wearing the new slippers BeanPa bought for her. Since the Beannut doesn’t much like keeping shoes on her feet, these have been the perfect solution. They stay on, and they have a sturdy bottom. I’ve let her walk around . . . → Read More: Nothing Proverbial Here… He finally got me. Roughly two years ago, the BeanPa and I went on our first date. We almost never went on another one because, apparently, as the story goes, I wouldn’t let him rub garlic on my mosquito bite (which was on my toe). Two years later, on vacation, and perhaps a little more malleable … . . . → Read More: He Got Me … What is this racket? My child, dare I say, looks like she’s thinking about walking pretty soon. She’s taking her time, but I’m glad she is. Cause soon we’re going to be out of house and home to keep her in a constant supply of shoes. The guy at the local shoe store tells us they go . . . → Read More: The Price of Shoes… |
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