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Dirty Kurtie’s Tunes: She’s the Monkey
To the tune of “The Theme from the Monkees” by The Monkees – Dirty Kurtie’s version goes like this:
Here she comes,
Scootin’ on her seat.
She gets the sweetest looks from
Ev’ry one she meets.Hey, hey, she’s the Monkey
She’s the cutest baby around.
But she’s too busy playin’
For her to wear a frown.

Click on the picture to see the video of Sophia butt scooting.
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I told you to WATCH the Baby!
Today I was making dinner when all of the sudden I hear Kurt say, “What are you doing baby?!” I run out of the kitchen to see what’s going on. It’s like two steps. We have a very tiny kitchen (hint to Kurt that I want to move out of this house). I see Sophia on her Radio Flyer Scoot About. She had pushed the front of it right up to the steps leading up, which are right next to the steps leading down that didn’t have a baby gate across them at that moment. I thought that was the concern, but no. Baby Evil Knievel had her hands on the handles and her feet on the seat. She was STANDING on her Scoot About. Kurt and I broke into instant Gallagher skit.
Me: I told you to WATCH the BABY!
Kurt: I was just keeping an EYE on the baby.
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Relax, we’re just laughing at you
Today is my evening off. Because our little monkey is so stubborn and smart, I have to actually pretend to leave the house so that she will accept that dad is in charge otherwise all I hear all night is her fussing. Kurt says she’ll stare at the door to the master bedroom as if to say, “mom is in there, just go get her”. I got my coat on and said goodbye and went out the front door. Kurt took her to the bay window to wave goodbye and then took her upstairs. He showed her that the master bedroom was empty, closed the door behind them and then went into the computer room closed that door turned on some music. He opened the curtains to signal me that I could come back into the house and relax in our itty-bitty master room. Thank goodness it has a bathroom. This was the first time we tried this charade and it’s the first time I didn’t sit in the room trying desperately to ignore the crying, lamenting and gnashing of teeth. Ok so there isn’t usually a lot of gnashing, but you can’t have lamenting without gnashing of teeth, so I’m keeping it together or the whole world may fall apart. This is what I get to go through for some time away from baby.
I did hear Kurt at one point say to the baby, “Yes, I grit my teeth. Stop laughing at me.” I waited until she went to bed to ask him about it. He was making himself macaroni and cheese with hotdogs (barf with fake meat chunks), and he was trying to separate two hotdogs from the rest of the frozen pack.
I have to go back in time now. Kurt and I went to a friend’s house so that Kurt could help them level their yard. They had rented a Kubota front-end loader for the job and Kurtie was operating it. Our friend’s mom saw Kurt operating the machine and commented, “Wow, he’s having a lot of fun on that. Look at him, he’s smiling.” I told her that he was actually clenching his teeth. “No,” she insisted, “he’s smiling” I didn’t say anything to her but I had lived with the man for years. I think I know clenching when I see it. He clenches when he backs the car out of the driveway. The man doesn’t know the word, relax. It’s all intense all the time. And we all tease him about it ALL THE TIME. We tell him it’s because we love him; really, we’re just a bunch of cruel bastards. Back to today with Sophia…
Sophia, my darling evil genius, was staring at her daddy as he’s trying to separate the frozen hotdogs and laughing. He was clenching. And she’s my girl, she was laughing at him.
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Super Baby
55 Flash Fiction Friday: Mom Proof Kitchen
Clink. GODDAMNIT! Several days after baby proofing the kitchen and I still open the lower cupboards without remembering unhook the new plastic latch on the inside. “Don’t worry”, Kurt said mocking me after hearing the ‘clink’ of my latest attempt, “You’re smart. You’ll figure it out after three tries or less.” He’s such an ASS!

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55 Flash Fiction Friday: Whose Favor?
I got a taste of life as a single working mother during your nine-day motorcycle trip. You spent last weekend getting ready for a track day, but on my one evening off, I still have to come to the rescue. You say you were doing me a favor, but I think you have it backwards.

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55 Flash Fiction Friday: Doting Dad
I know he adores his baby girl, but occasionally, he still surprises me. The doting dad went on a nine-day motorcycle trip without his family. Along the way, he took his friends aside and said, “Don’t get weirded out if I grab you and kiss you on top of your head…I miss my baby.”

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Happy Father’s Day
My father doesn’t say a lot, but when he does, I listen. As a teenager, it may not have seemed like it, but I did pay attention. There are two occasions permanently ingrained in my mind where seemingly unexpectedly my dad calmly gave his words of wisdom. I’m not being sarcastic – he does give his words of wisdom calmly, and he only ever gives it once.
When I was going from elementary school to junior high – Major side note – Back in my day we didn’t have stupid graduations after every blasted year/quarter/test. We just got our grades and moved on. Our only f$#%@ graduation was the one at the end of TWELVE YEARS of HELL and that’s the way we liked it! *mumble* Fricken’ pansies with their stupid yearly graduations. And our teachers weren’t afraid of hurting our feelings or stressing us out by using a red pen to give us a big fat “F” if we didn’t study. “F” is for failure and those that deserved it go it. If you can’t learn to accept a little failure once in a while your going to have a really really hard time at life in general. On the up side therapists will love you.
Not every child is a genius and not every child will pass the mustard. If you feel that your contribution to society deserves better than a RED “F” then maybe you should spend some time with the little prodigy and help them with their homework. I don’t like the “no child left behind” crap. Lowering the bar with this “no child left behind” BULLSHIT makes the smart kids BORED AS HELL!!! *stomping away from the soapbox with furled eyebrows*
Anyway, going from elementary school to junior high my dad told me, “If someone hurts you it’s ok to fight back.” I knew exactly what he was talking about, and it’s a very good thing he told me it was ok too. I was a VERY shy kid. I finally opened up my freshman year of high school, but I had been so painfully shy previously that in my yearbook someone wrote that she thought I was literally retarded. I simply did not speak. It’s good that my dad gave me the ok because unfortunately it’s not a matter of “if” for many girls, but “when” they will need to have the confidence to stand up for themselves.
Three days after graduating high school, I was on my way to Michigan to live with some friends, one of which paid for my flight. Before I left my dad said, “Don’t feel like you’re obligated to do anything.” His words made me always make sure I only did things because I wanted. After all a gift isn’t a gift if something is expected in return. That makes it a bribe.
Kurt is a lot like my dad – except the part about being a man of few words. I’ve shown the word “concise” in the dictionary to Kurt. He still doesn’t get it. In the thesauruses, his picture shows up in the list of antonyms. But when the buzzing of his voice switches to a serious tone, I know Sophia will pay attention. It may seem like she only ever wants me right now, but she loves you. You make her laugh. You’ll be a great dad Kurtie. Just don’t try to limit her time on the phone when she’s a teenager.
My dad to me: You can only be on the phone for ten minutes
Me to my friend on the phone: Ok, I’ll call you back.
(I hang up and dial the phone to my friend immediately)
My dad to me: You can’t call them back!
The next time I’m on the phone to my friend: Ok, it’s been ten minutes – YOU call me back.
My dad: You have to have ten minutes between each call!
Me: damn it!

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Dirty Kurtie’s Tunes: Happy to Sit in Poo
To the tune of “Stuck With You” by Huey Lewis and the News – Dirty Kurtie’s version goes like this:
We’ve had some fun
Yes, we’ve played peek-a-boo
Been to the park to play
But now my diaper’s filled with pooShe thought I’d like some prunes
but I don’t like how they taste
She thought I’d try some apple sauce
But now it’s just goin’ to wasteI was bound by all that rice
Now I’m in my car seat
on the way home
and a diaper changeYes it’s true – yes it’s true
I am happy to sit in poo
Yes it’s true – yes it’s true
I’m so happy to be stuck in poo
‘Cause you can see – you can see -
that I’m happy to sit in pee.

