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Nap.

Posted on March 8, 2007

So the nap thing… Still working out the kinks. I know that if the Super Nanny or any of her ilk saw this they’d say I wasn’t being firm enough. Trust me, firm didn’t work. Neither did pleading, bribing, coercing, threatening or cuddling. Calming lavender.Gentle back rubs.Lullabyes and music.Hushed tones and drawn curtains. Bah, I mock you. This leaves me with a wry sense of humor and a camera. Feast on this. Avery does nothing to help the situation with her full body head shake “NO!”

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Babyproofing Momproofing Your Marriage

Posted on March 8, 2007

The wonderful folks at Harper Collins, by way of Blogher sent me a copy of Babyproofing Your Marriage. Let me preface this all by saying I have not read the entire book yet. It should come with a small pamphlet: Creating Time to Read with Kids at Home or How to read by flashlight in a locked linen closest Who am I kidding? We don’t have a linen closet. I’ll take a set of queen size flannel sheets with a side of dog hair and dust, thank you very much. Where was I? Ah, yes, Babyproofing Your Marriage. I have to say, the first chapter, along with 8 or 10 terms I looked up in the back of the book, sounded like I was…

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Wow!

Posted on March 7, 2007

Oh my! They look just like their daddy! Would you look at that? Little Sean carbon copies. Well, aren’t you both just daddy’s little girls? Striking resemblance to the father. I just can’t get over how much they look like him. Thank you world, because the 9+ months I carried each girl were so fun I didn’t want them to take after me at all. Nope, the privilege of weight gain, mood swings, break out, relentless burping, incessant peeing and a more sensitive sense of smell than usual were all prize enough. No need for family resemblance here. Let them look like the person who stayed slim, lost weight even, dozed at points during the first labor experience and who never had to slip…

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Smudge. Proof.

Posted on March 6, 2007

We have two gym routines, one for when we are together, and one for when we go in shifts. I was alone tonight, while Sean stayed home with the girls. I followed my solo routine: dropping my sweatshirt and pants off in a coat room near the workout area, going to the bathroom and then filling my water bottle. In the bathroom there was, as always, a gaggle of little girls taking a break from gymnastics. They fascinate me. I struggle not to gawk. There is a kind of electricity they give off, fluttering in circles to chatter almost without pause. Their ponytails bright and silky, some with flushed pink faces, others pale and freckled. Their black leotards create a sameness, despite a rainbow…

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Open, close, open, close

Posted on March 5, 2007

Open. Close. Open. Close. Seriously, Mama?Have you seen this?This door just opens and closes. It is a-may-sing! Work, work, work makes this mama a desperate blogger. Sorry I failed to post and left you with the profile shot of horror for these few days. Enjoy Briar for now, and here’s an Avery for good measure. She’s flirting with the eastern european gent who served us coffee on the veranda…and yes, it was every bit as divine as that just sounded.

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