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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Everything creates a learning opportunity for a toddler from taking things apart in order to learn the inner workings to watching mom and dad. In this case, congested Sophia applied knowledge gained from Dad’s constant sinus infections. Our mimicking little monkey learned to blow her own nose today, granted she doesn’t blow quite hard enough.
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“I’ve stopped taking my birth control pills.”
“Oh, you guys are trying?”
“No.”
“Ha! Well unless you stopped having sex, you’re trying.”
“No we aren’t.”
“Uumm yes you are.”
“We’re just letting it happen.”
“You’re trying.”
*Audible sigh*
*Three months later*
“I’m disappointed that I’m not pregnant yet.”
“I thought you said you weren’t trying.”
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The last time I hung out with her, I noticed she looked thinner. I didn’t say anything to her. It didn’t occur to me until after the fact that I should mention it.
I relayed my thoughts to Kurt.
“Yep,” he says, “you’re such a guy. I love you. You’re a man with a vagina.”
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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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It isn’t fiction, viewed as disloyal by Union officers for siding with Virginia in secession Brig. Gen. Montgomery C. Meigs appropriated Robert E. Lee’s farm for use as a graveyard to mostly Union soldiers after the Civil war. His intention was to make the house uninhabitable in case the Lee family ever tried to return.
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