If yelling can cause air molecules to vibrate faster, thereby making the air warmer, I think Sophia’s screaming every night for the last few weeks is to blame for the record temperatures in the Seattle area. All right fine, the math doesn’t support that theory.
I hear the Earth is getting closer to the sun.
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I told Kurt about my recent post citing an article about the bell curve of the toddler language explosion and how he’s encouraging a dramatic vocabulary increase. I reminded him of telling Sophia her blanket, “Friend” must stay home because he’s agoraphobic.
Kurt laughs, “He’s not agoraphobic. He’s angora-phobic. He’s afraid of fuzzy open spaces.”
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I crave it on rare occasion, so Sophia and I shared a meal. Who knew it would promote bathing? The bath time push isn’t an official one therefore no equipment is supplied, but I think the responsibility is implied when certain meals are advertised for children. McDonalds BBQ sauce should come with soap and towel!
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In a cupboard or in a drawer nothing is secure. Tossing items left and right everything is strewn about, out of place and all around the room. No matter the contents, nothing is sacred when the toddler tornado comes to town. After a nightstand dissection, I’m thankful she cannot yet ask, “Mom, what is this?”
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“You really love her,” She said referring to my daughter. The inflection of surprise insinuated she either thought me incapable of love towards anyone or that she never felt that for me. I’ll never know. It’s clear we haven’t felt unspoiled love between us in some time, if ever.
“Of course I do.” I replied.
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It’s finally spring and they’ve all sprung. The buggers are everywhere. Don’t slip your hand in anywhere dark! I found this one on the return home from the park. It currently lives near the front porch. Had it been in the house I would have killed it. Anyone know what kind of spider this is?
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