tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-229145872009-11-16T10:50:49.819-05:00The animals may be smaller, but I'm still all at sea.kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.comBlogger489125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-47394804686229143922009-10-26T10:38:00.003-05:002009-10-26T10:54:40.830-05:00

The world looks gentler today, a little slower, despite my long list of to-dos.Pumpkinpie stopped freaking out about her trampled "picnic" and handed The Bun a play cookie, which turned out to be enough to make him happy and included.I walked hand in hand with my daughter for most of the long walk from Bun's daycare to hers, chatting happily with no lectures or rebukes needed.We came upon the

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How on earth do you start blogging again when you have had so much to do, so much to say, and have gotten out of the habit, because you never have time to say it?Where do you start, when you feel like there has been so much going on, and you have been so busy, and you feel like you must owe a catchup, yet you find your last couple of posts pretty much sum it up - you've just been busy trying to

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More starts, more setbacks. I started work, it was going well, but I have been falling asleep in Pumpkinpie's bed as I tuck her in, crawling into my own bed after I nestle The Bun into his, falling asleep in chairs... I'm exhausted. My house is driving me nuts, as my planned time to get organized before I went back to work evaporated in other things that took over that time, my closet is not

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I am pulled right now, pulled back and forth in so many ways. I don't want to stay home much longer, but am not excited about back to work yet, either - there are too many things I wanted to get done and haven't, and I'm too tired to be excited. Still, I know I need to get on with it and develop that new routine so we can all move into this school year and know what's coming. I'm a believer in

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So I was given a facial wash product by a friend's friend who had bought a bunch at discount from someone else, as these things sometimes go, and tried it out. the brand and so on, not important, particularly. The thing is this...It is meant to be a natural product, so it would appeal to people who don't want any extra colorants and so on in their products, and it is an exfoliating wash, so I

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First, let me say - if you are here via twitter and/or haven't seen me around much lately, thank you for coming by to help out my friend. It means a lot, and I am hoping that once The Bun starts daycare in a few short weeks, I can finally, finally catch up, so I hope to see you soon. Again, thanks. And here's the story:I have a friend, a dear, dear friend, who is going through a really, terribly

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It's strange when a big celebrity dies - not just your average celebrity, but one that is iconic in your mind. Despite not knowing them, it seems weird that they could simply not exist. It seems like they are a permanent piece of the world, that should just always be there - like the Coliseum, or Stonehenge - a piece of a certain time that will just always be. And they will, to a certain extent

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Since you all claim to love the bit and pieces so, I will toss out this one without waiting for more to round it out. that way, hey! You could have two posts in one week! It's amazing what can happen around here some days. Especially when I'd like to bury my own whining at least one post deep.Snippets of funny from my Pumpkinpie's mouth...-----------------------There was a difference of opinion

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= sleep setback + too much to do + no time alone + letting people down + losing thingsI am frustrated. I am tired. I lost my feeble grasp on order. I am being a bad friend. A bad bridesmaid. A bad blogger. I am hoping for rain to cancel tonight's soccer game, which seems mean to my kid, since it's the last one. I just.... GAH!I don't have time. I just don't have time.One of my good friends is

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So making my day earlier this week, I got a little award from daysgoby:This award is given to the writers of blogs that “are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this

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A random selection of bits and bobs floating through my otherwise too-tired-and-fuzzy head... found in draft files and thrown together. I know. But there it is.--------------------------------If a food writer says your baby is delicious, should you worry? I mean, will I some playdate find her basting him and tucking an apple in his open mouth?--------------------------------Every month, Toronto

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I am made so sad by the California decision on prop 8. It's not my state, it's not my country, even, but it's a state that many people think of as a land full of loosey-goosey liberals types, a place for people who find other areas too constraining, and for a state with that kind of reputation to uphold this ban on gay marriage can only say to other, more conservative states that even the more "

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Biscuits in the oven, gonna watch 'em riseRight before my very eyes.On the first hot day, I put the Bun in some shorts. And the pudgy legs? Hoo, boy, the legs...I tried to sneak up on them...He caught me."Whatchoo lookin' at?""Oh, those legs?""They are kinda great, aren't they?"Shh... don't tell him I snuck in an aerial shot when he wasn't looking!I'm not sure photos even really do them justice,

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This past while, my Bun's schedule has been in flux, with his naps moving around unpredictably, meaning that my timing regarding trying to feed him is often wrong, and resulting in my formerly easy baby screaming for at least an hour every day. Not just crying, but screeaming like I am pulling out his toenails, one by one.Now I don't know about you, but I have never been able to bear the cries

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My dad got married last week. Opapie, I mean , not biodad. The dad I grew up with, who along with my mom and later my sister, formed our family. It was... strange.Lawyerlady is very nice, his new wife. I really like her, and I am glad for him that he has found someone - I think he really deserves a chance to start over and find happiness with someone after putting in so many years making sure

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So one of my pet peeves has been the high degree of trust and reliance on wikipedia, not only among kids, but among adults, too, who often use it as a go-to source without looking for other confirming sources. The fact is that anyone can contribute to it, and while many articles are in fact written by people with knowledge in a field and well-documented and so on, it is not to be counted on

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When I discovered that I was expecting a boy, one of my good blogger friends (was it you?) gave me one singular piece of advice: buy a bunch of baby washcloths, and every time you change a diaper, lay one over the penis. Every time. I was assured I would be thankful for that advice. And I was.Misterpie was reckless, and despite my passing on that advice, changed bareback for the first week - only

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that I ought to have this pillow?It is pretty awesome, and awfully pie-like...Though I doubt Misterpie will concur and see it as a necessary purchase, sadly.(I know. My life is SO hard...)

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I think I am almost to reenter real life. It’s been building, this feeling of being worn out, of missing me time, of missing Misterpie and I, of being jealous of him and his coworkers. I noticed I was missing commuting. God, I love commuting. No one can ask anything of you, no one wants to talk at you, you can’t be doing something productive instead, you are forced – FORCED! – to just sit there

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Someone pees on you on the same spot that is decorated with their puke on you are neither offended nor staging an intervention.Sleep in small increments is somehow accepted with a philosophical outlook despite its ongoing nature.Screaming at 1:30 does not have your neighbours calling 911 to report a domestic.Being bitten, pinched, walloped, and head-butted does not lead to filing assault

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-9138717276029027672009-04-13T21:05:00.003-05:002009-05-16T08:27:54.054-05:00

Today my friend came to visit. I love when my friend comes to visit. I love my friend, and we live too far apart, live lives too busy, to see each other as often as we used to years ago, so I was excited to have her coming, looking forward to catching up. She had written things on her blog this past month, too, that I was interested in asking her about, things about her that I hadn't fully

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So having dispensed my new advice on colds and noses (I know, scintillating!I can hear the sound of my blog being sucked down the drain right now but, well, life is not so fascinating right now, and the bits that are, I can't always blog, so.), I turn to you for a return... Here's my question:I thought I might like to try making some baby food this time around. I know there are lots of people who

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And I was going to write a post about my super extra misrable cold that the Bun and I have called whiny Wednesday, but then suddenly it was Thursday and I hadn't found time to put fingers to keyboard, but I was going to write it anyway, and now it's Friday (how did that happen?) and our cold is getting better, or at least tolerable enough that I don't need to bore you all with the whining, but

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Hey lady...you call those cheeks?

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