Toddled Dredge

One-year-old Baby PoppySeed said her first word this week.  She had already mastered Mama, Dada and her older sister’s name, but this was her first real, useful non-name word.
She said “Donut.”
Um.
Now you know my dirty secret.

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We are sick.
I am pregnant, allergic to spring, and  I have caught something with an explosive cough.  If you need to know what “explosive” means to a pregnant woman, I am not going to tell you.
I hope you didn’t read this while eating.
You could always check out the links on my shared items sidebar from […]

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As further proof that I am not as calmly rational as I appear on this blog, I submit to you the following list of things that creep me out.  Let us make a meme out of it.
1. Cruises.  I never want to go on a cruise.  First, because they operate in international waters and have […]

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Shannon wrote at BlogHer today about the challenges of living with one car, or going carless altogether. Every now and then, I wish we could give up the cars. We lived carless for eight months (before kids), we have sporadically spent about half of our marriage with only one car (both before and with […]

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I am working on this here new blog and trying to figure things out. One of the little doo-dads I need to decide on is a new avatar. I used to use this handy little frog, which I like, but I’m not sure it really expresses my blog.

So do you have any suggestions? […]

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“Mommy! You’re wearing a mask! Are you a superhero?”

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I just pointed out to Az the Husband that almost everyone was against him on the butter issue.  He looked at me haughtily and said, “Athanasius contra mundum.”
According to him, when you are right, you don’t need people to agree with you.

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When my first daughter was born, my mother came to stay with me. She stayed for a week or so, after the other visitors had come and gone. She stayed and helped me with Thanksgiving dinner, a meal shared by just the three of us - mom, me and Az the Husband.
I think […]

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I wish I could tear duct tape with my teeth.
I wish my floors were self-cleaning.
I wish New Zealand were closer.
I wish I knew what a dodo sounded like.   And sometimes I kinda wish I knew what a dodo tasted like.
I wish arms were detachable.  But then I’d probably lose mine.

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