Picture taken 9/16/2011
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55 Flash non-Fiction Friday: Pictures of You
Looking at the picture at the end of the book it didn’t fit the theme, or did it? Is it a clue or am I wishing too much? Am I putting pieces together that just don’t belong? Should I face the facts as presented or keep poking around until I reach a more favorable answer?
Picture taken 7/25/2011 by a friend at my grandmother's cabin in Alaska
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Baby Squeezins: Diaper of the Month
I know I had promised a series of prune diapers for this month, but constipation was again the continuing theme. I gave him baby foods with the most fiber and tried to get him to drink water from a bottle or sippy cup, but the first didn’t do anything and he has yet to take to the second. It wasn’t until I made a homemade baby cereal with barley that the play dough poop loosened up. Taken on the 24th of August with my Nikon D60 for your high-resolution pleasure, I now present to you the loosened barley sludge Baby Squeezins, the Diaper of the Month.
Picture taken 8/24/2011 Barley Sludge Baby Squeezins
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55 Flash non-Fiction Friday: Missing Daddy
“Can my daddy be here?” She asked repeatedly during our two-week trip to Alaska.
Photo taken 7/24/2011 by a friend at my grandmother's cabin in Alaksa
The first day back daddy stayed home but on the second day, it was back to work.
“Where is my daddy?”
When he came home, Sophia ran to give him a big hug. She said, “Look my friend Daddy is home!”.
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Baby Squeezins: Diaper of the Month
Traveling put a kink in my blogging availability, but I refuse to let anyone down. There will be a diaper of the month. The Baby Squeezins shall push on. I didn’t feel like carrying oodles of electronics through airport security so I only brought the essential laptop and relied on my travel companion to be suckered into taking pictures of baby poop. She was actually the one that changed this particular diaper and found this tiny surprise wedge. She describes the consistency of this one as fudge-like. I don’t know what sort of expired fudge she eats but I think it looks more like play dough. The boy has been rather constipated for a while. I’ve tried adding prunes to the diet, but that doesn’t seem to be enough. Taken on the 28th of July with my friend’s Canon 60D for your high-resolution pleasure, I now present to you the moldable play dough Baby Squeezins, the Diaper of the Month.
Picture taken 7/28/2011 with my friend’s Canon 60D. The moldable play dough Baby Squeezins.
This poop best viewed by August 31, 2011.
Please stay tuned for next months featured diapers, the prune collection.
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55 Flash non-Fiction Friday: Palin 2012
If Sarah Palin becomes President (stop twitching, just bear with me here), I wonder how many leaders would repeatedly fire translators before realizing…that’s really what comes out of her mouth. Better yet, how many will throw their hands up, shake their heads, and say, “I’m not even going to bother. It’s not worth the effort.”
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Sunshine and Lollipops Camping
We went camping at our property with some friends this weekend. Some other friends came by on Saturday just to visit. We even had a visit from the mayor of the town. I friended the mayor on Facebook as someone I knew from way back in my days in the navy. It blows me away that he’s actually the mayor of a town…even a tiny town far beyond Bum Fuck, Egypt.
It was one of our first hot sunny days of the year so we spent a much of Saturday at the sand bar by the river watching the kids cake sand all over their sand monster selves. That night we were serenaded with illegal fireworks, which reminded Kurt and I of our old house in the hood. The sounds bounced and echoed off the mountains.
Lukas slept through all the noise but woke up cold in the wee hours of the morning. Adding blankets to him wasn’t working because he would just kick them up and they would wind up around his neck. He cried for an hour before Kurt decided he should just sleep with us. Then Lukas cried for about another hour before I took him and he instantly quieted down and fell asleep. Then I just couldn’t sleep. I had to pee, and Lukas was sound asleep. On. My. Arm. Damn kids. I pretty much just watched him sleep with his mouth open and head cocked to one side the rest of the night. How do babies not wake up with stiff necks?
We woke up to a rainy gloomy morning. I couldn’t tell when I friends woke up but by eight I knew I had heard voices from their pop-up camper so I went over and invited them into our mini cabin (it’s a shed on stilts). We shared breakfast foods and waited for the rain to let up.
When it was merely a grey day we all went outside so the kids could unleash their energy. We went for a walk while Kurt and Sophia stayed back to chain the ginormous picnic table the engineer over engineered to a concrete plug in the ground. I’m going to have to make the picnic table a whole other post, seriously.
Lunchtime arrived and so did another family of friends. They brought the rain back with them. We were overjoyed. Really. After lunch, which for Sophia consisted of a whole bag of tortilla chips, we went to the beach. At the end of the trail that leads to the river sand bar we call the beach the grey sky ended. No discernible wind that blew the clouds away, they were just gone. In place of the grey was sunshine and lollipops. Ok maybe it was chocolate cake sand castles.
Sophia actually playing with another child. I heard that she had started interacting with children at preschool, but this is one of the first times I actually witnessed interaction. They’re making “chocolate cake”. Sophia is obsessed with chocolate cake and birthdays. She kept singing happy birthday to me and Lukas.
The kids were watching Kurt turn their “chocolate cake” over and make it a sand castle. Shortly after the photos were taken Sophia decided to make sand angels and her partner in crime there followed her lead.