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I can only muster the energy to post about birthdays. Toot turned 5 last weekend. We had a party with family, pizza, a cake we made and frosted ourselves, presents, and no singing. Toot demanded that no one sing Happy Birthday and no one was allowed to clap when she blew out her candles. Indeed, […]

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more baby daddy…

Some shots from a school trip to Europe when my husband was obviously extremely, extremely young. And cute. And AWOL from the cast of 21 Jump Street. See more babyDaddy here.

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Atreyu, warrior princess.

I watched “The Never Ending Story” with Toot this past weekend. Initially, she was disinterested - what with the main character being a boy and all. I told her there was an EMPRESS and ADVENTURE and A DRAGON - this won her interest, provisionally at least, so she settled on my lap. We got to […]

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Happy 4th Birthday, Toot!


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I am strangely compelled.

Hayon Studio Green Chicken Rocker

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shin tanaka/paper toys

Shin Tanaka Spiky Baby Deluxe Series
via Design for Mankind

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christmas in july

A bag of trash slung over her shoulder, purloined from her sister’s massive room-cleaning effort, Toot looks at me.
“I’m Sanpoo”.
“Say again?”, I query, truly confused.
“Sanpoo. He has a bag of trash-garbage and wears a red hat”.
Mirth barely concealed, I offer, “Does he bring presents to good girls and boys at Christmas time?”
“Yes”, says Toot, “Sanpoo”.

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bad girls

I hear this exact exchange about 100 times a day:
Kit: Toot, guess what?
Toot: What?
Kit: You’re cute.
In the most frequent variation, Toot rejoins with, “No, I’m bad.” Sometimes a violent argument over whether she is cute or bad follows. Or at least it did, until I pointed out that she could be both cute and bad. […]

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We were only gone for a week, I swear! It seems that in those seven days Mr. Boy grew 5 feet and gained 100 pounds, started smoking and referring to his father by his first name. I’m sure there’s a secret motorcycle stashed somewhere.
A non sequiter: at dinner at Pearl in the MGM Grand, I […]

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my love/hate relationship with toys.

I want this bunny. Real bad.

from grumble toys
Part of me wants shelves full of all my favorite adorable toys. Part of me (the part that controls my credit cards, sadly) says, “No. You’re an adult. And you hate clutter”.

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