November 2009 Archives

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his mother’s son

I could be all the way across the room from him, but if my dad made the Tickle Monster hands, I was dead meat. Dead giggly meat. He didn’t even have to touch me and I was on the ground, laughing convulsively and announcing surrender. That skill (and by skill I mean the ability to… Read more »

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the one that loves company

I haven’t felt very bloggy this week. I’ve eked some stuff out, but not much of it was wholly honest. Why? Because I don’t want to be the Debby Downer blog. O great, there she goes again, woe is me I have a baby to take care of blah blah blah. ::Remove From Bookmarks:: But…. Read more »

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double your fun

I have a son who rolls over. And it’s not like this illusive Big Foot of an activity that you want to capture on film every time in case it never happens again. It happens every 2 minutes. Then every 28 seconds. And then 4 times back to back (well, back to tummy to back… Read more »