Chewy toes

When I change L’s diaper he promptly brings one foot or the other up for a nibble. You see, his diaper and wrap are a bit confining and make it difficult for him to bring his toes all the way to his mouth most of the time. So some days I let him play for [...]

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Head Banging Baby

Save. Early and often. I just lost my whole morning’s work when L pulled the power cord out of the computer. (Really not as dangerous as it sounds, I promise.)
Our morning routine now starts with spreading the yoga mats out on the living room floor. This is not so that Loganberry and I can practice [...]

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More yams, please

My kid has yams in his nose.
In his eyebrows.
On his thigh.
On his shirt and mine.
Now I understand the mommy bib I got. Yams stain.
Oddly enough, B seems much neater when feeding him.

B went out flyering the neighborhood the other day. – We’re trying to save a local park from going condo. Had the mayor out [...]

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Sweet pea – er, potato

Last night as we ate dinner, Loganberry sat in his little chair on the floor staring up at us. First he tried flirting his way to the table. Then he tried screeching his way to the table. Finally he tried launching himself at the table. When none of those worked he started sweet talking his [...]

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Holiday

It’s 7 o’clock in the morning and Loganberry has woken for the third and final time. As I sit here typing he is laying next to me on the couch supported by the boppy and working valiantly to bring his little star and moon covered toes to his mouth. Meanwhile, the neckline of his little [...]

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WWF Smackdown

L body-slammed the cat. Just took hold of two fists-full of hair and wham. Lifted that cat clear across his own body and dumped him on his back on the mat. We’ve had to put an end to kitty wrestling.
So now he’s contemplating a career in opera. He’s going for soprano.
We went to the street [...]

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