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So, the funny stuff is starting to come out of my toddler's mouth. Yesterday, before our failed attempt at a nap, I was tickling her and said, "I got your booty." Her response: "That's not Noe's booty. That's dragon booty." Where does that come from? Today, while changing a terrible diaper, she informed me that it was filled with rabbit poo poo. Clearly the child is not familiar with the clean,

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"Mommy, mommy, mommy, CASIE!! It got my attention.

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Oh So Holly HolidayView this season's most popular holiday card designs here.View the entire collection of cards.

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That's what she told me as I buckled her into her carseat this morning. Awesome!

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Squirt loves to walk and eat. She invented a new move we like to call the quesadilla kickstand. Insert half a quesadilla (grilled cheese works great, too!) into toddler's hand. Set toddler free to touch every surface using the quesadilla as a kickstand on everything from a mulched yard to a bird-shit covered chair. Watch toddler insert quesadilla into mouth, then laugh/cringe at how funny/

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Why, when Squirt wasn't sleeping, all I wanted to do was sleep? Now that she sleeps, I can't make myself go to bed. Just ate a chocolate bar and definitely won't be able to crash now.

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This email was forwarded to casiehall.mamma@blogger.com by casiehall@gmail.com Note from sender Check out DadLabs.com tomorrow (Thursday, August 11th) at 1 PM CST If you haven't been yet, it's a great parenting resource geared for dads, but still informative for moms. And, they will be giving away prizes! By receiving this message

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Squirt is almost 21 months. I've slowed in pictures and blogging in general, but that's not for lack of cuteness and excitement. It's that she's cuter and more exciting than ever, and I'm not finding the time to sit down and take care of documentation because I don't want to miss a minute!

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Tonight I asked, "where's your booty." She said, "Texas."

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This is so awesome. Brings a new element to Squirt's obsession with Elmo!! Sesame Street breaks it down from Wonderful Creative on Vimeo.

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Ok, I would really like to know what people think of the whole "Choosing the Sex of your Baby" idea. I'm talking about timing when you ovulate and changing diet then letting the chips fall. Nothing extreme. Nothing invasive. Is it immoral? Is it messing with fate? Is it totally fine? A fun experiment? Has anyone tried it? Is it disrespectful considering many couples are struggling to get pregnant

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Squirt had a fever on Friday night, woke up fine on Saturday so we went to the farmer's market in 90+ degree weather. By 11 AM she was a fireball. The fever continued off and on until last night and now I have it. This is weird, no other symptoms besides headache, achy/fevery skin, and dehydration feeling. I felt amazing this morning and had a hard run, but by 2:30 I wanted to crawl under the

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I don't know why I waited so long to get Squirt a bathrobe, or in this case, pool robe. It's great for when she gets out of the water at night. Usually we swim until dinner time, she needs to eat right away, then bath and bed, so it's easier than dressing her again. Neannie got it for her at Bebe Lapin on Ukiah St. in Mendocino, CA. If you're ever there, check it out! Very cute baby and kids shop

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Squirt says, "POP!" for these all fruit strawberry popsicles we started giving her. Since she can't have ice cream due to the egg allergy, this is a good treat for her.

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Just sayin.' Stay tuned . . .

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It's not just bath-water warm pools that Squirt likes. We had to pull her kicking and screaming out of SF Bay at Crissy Fields

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Squirt has a sense of humor. When I asked for a kiss tonight before bed, she leaned in and burped in my face, then reared back and giggled.

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I will NOT have another piece of my homemade strawberry birthday cake. Nope. I will not. I'll have a piece of Nutella pie that a friend brought instead. Who says birthdays are only for a day?

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Eating some Crawfish. These were actually the best crawfish I've had in a while. RB, the chef, attempted his first bowl and did a damn good job. Plus, the bugs were premium, driven in that day from my home state of Louisiana. She learned to like them, by the way. Not so sure . . . Okay, okay . . . Ahh, cher, c'est bien! Is that all I get? Awww, yeah

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Since I've neglected this blog for a while, I'm calling her "missing." Here are some pictures of my 18 month old. Playing in some of the only rain we've had in a while  Swimming pool is OPEN It's gettin' hot in Texas

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Stats! Height: 34.5 Inches, 98.5 % Weight: 27 lbs., 80% Head: umm, I know it's 61% on the chart So, the tides have turned! She's now off the charts TALL, and still weighty, but not a squirty Squirt any more! She's got close to 20 words, which is also a relief.  I told myself I'd take her to a speech therapist if she wasn't saying more than, "mamma," "dada," "baby," and "bubble," by her 18

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If the few readers I had have dropped me, I understand. Hopefully, I can win a few back with some revived desire and time to post.  I've had a busy few months, with April being the busiest yet in our catering business, planning and executing a bachelorette party in California for my best friend, and finally, taking a much-anticipated trip to Italy with my mom. As I've posted about before, we

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Poor R.B., this post is at his expense. Tonight, I exclaimed with totally convincing excitement and appall, "Did you feel that earthquake?!?" I, of course, was referring to my daughter's gas explosion, but he forgot we now live in the middle of Texas, not San Francisco, and said with all child-like innocence and belief in his dear wife, "I think I DID feel that." We didn't talk about it any

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Squirt pulled an "itchy switchy" confuse-a-mamma trick on me tonight. Smarty pants! She had an epic farting session in the tub, said, "poo poo" and lifted a leg up get get out and onto her Boon Potty Bench.  "Cool," I thought. Though we've only introduced the potty as a novelty, and are in no way potty training, I thought, "hey, maybe she gets it." She sat with her sudsy lil' ass on the pot for

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Shared from a great blog. I commented, as well.Not the Only Mama: Depression? Or just a case of the Mondays?: "I wonder if other Moms of toddlers deal with this. Or if I'm just weird. Here's the thing. Anna's 14 and a half months old. So it's not li..."

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I have been totally uninspired to write lately. We've been very busy, but that has not stopped me in the past.  I do have some reflection to do after spending the weekend away from Squirt while I threw a bachelorette party in the Wine Country of CA for my best friend. But, I'm tired from traveling and staying up late, plus having to hit the ground running once I got home. So . . . I'll save it

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Calling today a "bad day" would make me a brat. Which, I guess would be okay.  It was not a bad day at all, though, just a comically frustrating afternoon that took from me not one but two sets of headphones, at least an hour of wasted time, and 3/4 of a very expensive, very delicious, much desired Mexican Martini. The BOB ate my new iPod headphones. The beastly tire tore the earbud right off

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If you haven't been to the Pregnant Chicken yet. Go NOW! Biatch is hilarious and real. A good place to start is her showcase of the Cake Wrecks Blog Baby Shower edition

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Somehow, I have a POTTY POOPER! I swear I have not been pushing potty training, at all, but we've randomly had two successful potty trips! On Wednesday, March 16th, we stripped her diaper in the living room just before her bath, and she dropped a tiny turd. Gross. "Poo Poo goes in the potty I hollered," as we rushed to the bathroom.  She grabbed a book on the way. Seriously.  Best part: it was

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So exhausted but have to give the bullet points for this weekend. Friday: Make Trashcan full of Bloody Maries with mom (granny/Neannie) for tomorrow's parade Saturday: Patty's Day Parade arrive at 8:30, commence drinking bloodies! Waiting for the parade is almost as much fun as the parade itself. . . . PARADE TIME She loved putting the beads on and dancing to the marching bands Then a

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"I got a lil secret I ain't gonna tell. I'm going to heaven in a brown peanut shell" Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

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I thought she had outgrown this shirt, but with her new and improved slim build, it fits great It's a gorgeous day, and we had a great time walking down the driveway. This is the face I get when I say 'smile' This, the coolest kid's shirt ever, was given to her by our friends and neighbors, Vic and Kendra I think what's most awesome about the shirt is that it's from a show in San Francisco,

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I've gone on and on about Zulily, and most moms know about it anyway.  Here's another one with the same concept called MiniSocial Sign up! It's purty cool.

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Friends with kids over 3: SmartyPants Vitamins really do have it all!  I can't wait until Noe can take them.  Try them out if you're looking for a vitamin that has all the elements of traditional multivitamins plus DHA and vitamin D with organic sugar (and less of it).  Plus, they get great reviews from kids on taste. For those of you with kiddos under three, what are you doing now for vitamins

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Today is Squirt's 16 month birthday. We went to the doctor yesterday to check up on this talking business. As I report on her height and weight, 31.25" and 24lbs, which are now both in the 50th-75th percentile, I'm reminded of the fire drill that was her weight and height percentile at younger ages.  If you're new to us and HAFB, she was basically "fat," in above the 95th percentile (read here),

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I'm not an organized religion person, but for Lent, I do believe I should give up cussing.  At this rate, once those words do start coming out, it's highly likely they'll consist of f*ck, sh*t, or some other vulgarity.

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We have "mama" and "dada," for sure, but those other words are just not coming out. I'm still not worried. I mean it. But I am leaving for a doctor's appointment in five minutes just 'cause that's what I'm told to do if this milestone has been missed. She's 16 months tomorrow. More to come . . .

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Squirt has started to love coloring and finger paints, but there's not a good spot for her to do it. When I was picking up some baby food at Toys R Us the other day, I walked by The Write Table, which I reviewed below and couldn't resist, as it was on sale (turns out it was still $10 cheaper at Walmart. I rarely shop at Walmart, but it does say something about TRUs "sales") As you can tell from

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Originally submitted at Toys R UsWrite desk is just the right size for beginning artists. Large drawing area with storage beneath for coloring books and paper. Wide stance adds stability for active toddlers. Elevated storage shelf organizes crayons, markers, tape and other supplies. Two desktop organizers hold pens, pencils paintb... Step2 Write DeskNot PerfectBy Smacks

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I've already lauded Boon for the high chair I have in one of my product recommendations. But, I have had a little trouble with the tray of the high chair. The lever mechanism gets stuck and I can't remove it. Won't go into details, but the sucker really got stuck the other day.  Below is my communication with Boon: Wow! Customer service. Thank you very much!Again, I highly recommend their

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The first hint was when I got the boot from a group of friends preparing a dance routine for the middle school talent show. My friend Dorothy still apologizes for how bitchy it was for them (a group of mildly more coordinated sixth-grade girls) to "kick me out" of their group.  Thing is, it really was in everyone's best interest, mine in particular. This is NOT me, nor will it ever be Years

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I've been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad blogger lately.  Sorry. I guess I'm overwhelmed by choosing from the plethora of great pics I have from our vacation so have chosen to just not pick.  Here come a few:  At the Hapgood Ranch. She loves the horses, but "moos" at them like they're cows! At Graham's Restaurant in Taos, NM Ready to Roll out in Taos A little Frazzled at Doc

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A visit to Angel Fire and the snowy Rockies merited a lot of pictures.  Squirt LOVED the snow and would cry the instant we got near the steps to go inside. Although, I barely got to experience that since most of the time, RB and I were on the mountain skiing and riding while the grandparents played, I did get these moments documented below!

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Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

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Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

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So does this mean I should force feed Squirt eggs?http://www.parentdish.com/2011/02/10/leading-experts-rethinking-food-allergy-causes/?a_dgi=aolshare_emailI question how reputable this site/article is and would like to see said research, but the suggestion that early exposure is better not worse, does confirm what I believed all along.?I told you so?

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For the first time, I'm putting in writing that I've had minor concerns about Squirt's expressive language.  By 15 months, average children say three words besides "mama" and "dada," (which they should be saying cognizantly).  I've asked myself, does she really say "mama" and "dada" and mean it? Were the times I heard her say "dog" or "goggie" around 10 months just in my head, or coincidence?

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This link to ilovebean is just for you mommies, as I think my male (all two of you) readers might get lost by the second sentence. It's a truly touching description of what nursing is to one mom.  My comments are unnecessary. Just read.

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Like when buying detergent in bulk or grocery store brand sour cream. No biggie.  Pregnancy tests do not fit into that category, or so I've discovered. A little history: still no visitor since I stopped nursing two months ago (which also means that I've been free for two years this month!), makes a girl curious as to what could be brewing in the lady lands.  So, when RB went to the H.E.B (our

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Our neighbors and friends, Vic and Kendra watched her last night while we were catering. I think it's a good look for her . . . Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

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I just picked a FUCKING FLEA out of my daughters hair at bath time! I know it's because I've been bringing my outdoor cats in during this crazy freeze, but STILL!

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Again, loving the guys at Dad Labs

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Get certified to teach yoga? My Up Dog in Yosemite I've pondered doing it since I faced unemployment in 2007. I was leaving my awesome teaching job in San Francisco to move to Austin and eventually go back to school and get my masters in teaching (mission accomplished on that by the way). But, in the interim of moving from SF and applying to graduate school, I couldn't imagine myself doing

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http://www.pregnantchicken.com/ So effing funny! Start with the "Best Of" and go from there

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Awkward Pregnancy Photos Hilarious! And inspiring?  Makes me want to get pregnant again just so I can take some photos. Nakedness or guns? Or both? What fun.

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It was 75 degrees in Central Texas yesterday, so we made the trip to the Oasis and ate at Billy's on Lake Travis.  Nice!

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Eyes off of her for no more than 30 seconds and then I hear screaming.  I'm fairly sure it was the corner of her Zany Zoo wooden box that greeted her forehead, but can't be positive.  She calmed down a lot faster than I did and was quickly smiling.  Man, that's a big egg, though.

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The girl loves her books

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Trendy lil eater we have here

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I think my child is an excessive pooper. Is it what I'm feeding her? I  (or my mom) cleaned five, yes, 5FIVE5, POO POO diapers before noon today.  That's ridiculous. Really, is that normal? Moms, I want to know!

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Thanks to Tappan @ thrillernewsfiller.blogspot.com for posting!http://www.surgeongeneral.gov/topics/breastfeeding/factsheet.html

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http://thatsusanburke.com/blog/mamas-dont-let-your-babies-be-assholes This is a RErepost from ilovebean Hilarious

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Today is day three of a planned one-nap-a-day schedule.  All week, starting last Monday, Squirt either skipped her afternoon nap entirely, or napped so short for both that I decided it was time to make the switch. Revisiting my bible of sleep, Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Baby, by Dr. Weissbluth, I was reassured it was time.  Apparently, according to the sleep studies he's conducted, the large

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So, she's weaned.  Happened 13 months and one week.  I'm 4 weeks free.  Breastfeeding was amazing while it lasted, and I mean that in all seriousness.  Though there's no way to tie it definitively, my child was not really sick in her first year, excluding one brief, mysterious fever.  I'm about 5lbs. lighter than before pregnancy.  I credit getting below my pre-pregnancy weight to nursing almost

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A childless friend recently asked me if Squirt was using the potty yet.  "Are you kidding?!?" I snarfed at her.  Silly childless friend. What 1 year old is potty-trained? "Actually," she responded, "my friend whose daughter is way younger than Squirt has been using the potty for a while now. Apparently it's a new thing to potty train infants."  Take that snarky mom! So, like any good mother,

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My cabinets are overflowing with my failed attempts at finding the "perfect" sippy cup. One that doesn't spill or splatter when dropped. Has anyone found ones they like? I'm ready to strap a camelback to her & call it a day.Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

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In 2001, the year of our graduation from college, RB initiated a party with friends at the New Year deemed the "Million Dollar Bash" after the Dylan song.  Not much needs to be said about "the Bash" other than great friends getting together to celebrate all that there is to appreciate together.  We missed last year due to our six-month-old's needs, but this year, I finished nursing, and we went.

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Hopefully you have a Facebook account and can link up to this http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=488740192859&id=667655198

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Squirt has teethed really well overall, with little fussing and pain.  I've found that anytime I want to blame her fussiness on teething, then really dig deep, I realize it's about something else. But, the molars have been coming in since the day before we left for our trip to Oregon (December 28th).  What a bitch!  She wouldn't eat one night, then, BAM! They're bustin' out. Ultimately, I think

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An interesting, albeit controversial, article in the Wall Street Journal about some of the differences between Western and Eastern parenting styles. Why Chinese Mothers Are Superior Would love to see some comments on what people think about this.  I have to say, as an educator, and now parent, I think there's some merit to a more strict parenting approach. I couldn't buy into this extreme,

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SORRY THIS IS SO HUGE! I can't fix it, though . . .

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This one is long, but pretty cute.  It's from a while ago, too. Maybe late November?  I think she was about 12.5 months old.

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I've been intrinsically opposed to the idea of putting my daughter in a tutu.  Why? I would have loved it when I was a kid.  I wasn't a girlie girl, but more of a tomboy. I didn't fantasize all day about being a princess, but had my moments where I dreamed of poofy dresses and a tower and a white horse with a prince and all that junk.  Apparently, I once ran through my chosen professions: "I

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My OB (whom I didn't adore anyway and stuck with almost solely because of our mutual love of LSU-weird, I know), dumped me.  Well, not just me, but all his OB patients.  I should have seen it coming.  His disinterest and distant stare when I asked about the nuances of childbirth.  His smug grin when I expressed my concerns and expectations.  At least he appreciated my joke that LSU's 2009 loss to

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I haven't given up, but travel and a 5-day break from mommyhood has taken me out of the groove.  Here are a couple of pics from the holiday.  Also coming soon . . . How I weaned Molars coming in Skiing and partying for days without babycare (yay!) And . . . THE TUTU (the 'shock' was only available for a short time for those of you that caught it) Just kidding about that last one.  

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I've taken a Christmas vacation from logging mainly because we've been at my in laws & haven't had wireless.Squirt's second Christmas was awesome. Pics to come in the New Year. Nothing creative to say now, just really anxious about leaving her for 4 nights for a ski trip at Mt. Hood. She's in great hands with her grandmother, it's just me I'm worried about.Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

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Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

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$25 for $60 Worth of Designer Apparel and Accessories at Fab'rik in Bee Cave http://www.groupon.com/austin/deals/fabrik-austin?utm_campaign=UserReferral&utm_medium=email&utm_source=uu3929428

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-in the hammock Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

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I have no problem with Christmas spirit, but I HATE WRAPPING PRESENTS!!!

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Check out this post from ilovebean, a mommy blog that I've really enjoyed. Awesome, succinct recommendations on some must haves for the first year.

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and I'm beginning to think it's my mind.  I brought a present home on Friday night, set it on the kitchen table, and now it is NOWHERE TO BE FOUND.  I distinctly remember bringing it inside, and seeing it sitting on the table. When I woke up on Saturday morning, it was gone. Yes, I've checked _______________, and exhausted all options. I've looked everywhere. I'm beginning to think the entire

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I made this & came up with the idea & recipe (with the chef's help). Kind of proud!Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

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As always, the guys from DadLabs deliver an informative episode to help with parenting, in this case, daughters.  Real advice and applicable information about teen daughters and what impacts them today-- specifically what dads can do to improve their daughter's ability to face the scary stuff out there in the 21st century.  Thanks, guys!

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Dear OFTB, First off, son, you don't have a son.  And, you'll probably be blessed with a daughter who WILL, in fact, be a nasty little thing, destined to pole dance her way through middle school and beyond . . .  Nonetheless, this is good advice to parallel my own, and all the more reason for my #4 since daddies will tell their little boys: "All boys are nasty.  Girls are nastier.  Everyone

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Olestra for the Brain: When a male goes to college . . .: "A message to my hypothetical son. Written in response to: http://babysmallhall.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-you-go-to-college.html?spref=fb De..."

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I was thinking tonight about the advice I want to give you before you go to college.  In a dream world I would tell you eloquent, noble things, like "To thine own self be true," but really I want to tell you this: Your mom and her best friends from College, years later . . .  No one can eat "healthy" in college, so be realistic and don't let you ass get too out of control.  Just don't go bonkers

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Just ordered some prints for Christmas presents and the order is all effed up. I should have check when they sent the email confirmation, but I didn't because I triple checked before I ordered. Could have made the mistakes ordering but don't think so. If they did it, they have the disclaimer that when you get the email you have 30 minutes to cancel, so look closely. I didn't do that. Shit. So

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I love all of these so much that I couldn't pick one or two

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I sure do know how to serve it up right.  I found some great organic broccoli today. Fresh. Inexpensive. Hard to find that this time of year. I was planning to cook it into a medley of finger food veggies for Squirt. After carefully snipping it into small bite-sized florets, I blindly stooped to pull my all organic "Veggie Wash" from below the sink.  I was on the phone. Multitasking is a bitch.

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Squirt slept in this morning again until about 8am, or so I thought.  In reality she was a busy girl. Upon entering her room, she had a whole new look of mischief on her face.  She stood up in her crib, quite proud of herself, then stooped down to pick up a morsel and hand it to me.  "What do you have, sweetie," I innocently asked as she dropped the prize into my hand.  I couldn't imagine what

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If only I needed a diaper bag . . .It's still expensive, but damn it looks NICEHave you joined zulily? It is a fantastic daily deals site offering up to 70% off boutique brands for moms, babies and kids. Browse for unique apparel, gear, toys, accessories and more - great selections for kids of all ages and some great steals for parents, too. The sales only last for a little while so sign up

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She missed,scratch, wouldn't take her afternoon nap & was pretty cranky in the evening. I still couldn't manage getting her to bed before 7pm because we had to visit a job site. But she slept until 8am! Sweet.Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

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Totally made this recipe up in the need to get more finger food for Squirt.  She hasn't tried them yet, but I think they're really good! Carrot Apple Oat Bars 1 cup rolled oats 1 cup whole wheat flour 1/4 cup evaporated cane sugar (could use even less now that I taste them, say 2 tablespoons) 1/2 teaspoon of baking powder 1/2 teaspoon of salt 1 teaspoon of cinnamon 1 cup shredded carrots 1/2

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