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Last night we went to the grocery store. Baguette hates going to the grocery store, but she loves being there. And who wouldn’t? There’s so much to look at. She ran around (we are careful to go when it’s not… Read moreThe Thank-You Bandit
Monday morning I folded the sofa bed back up and discovered that one of the legs has broken. Sadness. We’ll have to buy a replacement; in the meantime, we’ll be jury-rigging the broken leg. If we don’t, how will we… Read moreSofa Bed Calamity
Apparently I’m too sleepy to come up with anything exciting/funny/incisive to post. Here’s a recap of our week so far. Sunday Baguette had a playdate with the daughter of one of my friends. Things went pretty well, except that Baguette… Read moreSleepy, Very Sleepy
Baguette has started to get possessive. I know this is a normal stage, and we work on reminding her about sharing (since she was a tiny baby, she’s been good about “trading”–although for the past six months or so, she’s… Read more“Mine!”
Baguette likes to stand on the stepladder in front of the sink and brush her teeth. She identifies all the toothbrushes–which one is hers, which one is Mommy’s, which one is Daddy’s. She gets it right every time; this girl… Read moreWhat I Want for Baguette
Baguette is probably not looking at elephants. My dad and stepmom were in town this past weekend, and while Mr. Sandwich did his 20-mile run (someone’s training for the L.A. Marathon next month), the four of us went to the… Read moreIt’s a Zoo!
It’s Oscar night, and the last mainstream movie we saw in the theater was “True Grit.” So I have no idea what is going on there–but here are a few completely unrelated topics: DIY Toy Storage on Emily’s Musings Because… Read more5 Things I Found While I Was Looking Around
I am totally stealing this from Ginger over at Ramble Ramble: A. Age: 40-something. B. Bed size: Queen. It’s the biggest that will fit in our room and still leave space for, say, a dresser. C. Chore that you hate:… Read moreMe from A to Z
Disclaimer: I’ll bet this little girl is a smiling charmer most days. When my brother and I were small–ages 4 and 6, at the most–our parents took us to a nice restaurant and explained that because we were wearing our… Read moreWe Don’t Want to Be THAT Family
Sometimes We Just Need Our Mommies on Hour 23 You’re never too old. Or, at least, I’m not. Afraid of Your Child’s Math Book? You Should Be at Chronic Sense on Salon.com Having worked in the industry for 11 years… Read more5 Things I Found While I Was Looking Around