Monthly Archives: November 2006

Sweet Baby – Week 18

Knitted duck cap courtesy of Grandma Aardvark. This is all the photographic evidence I have of the past week. Not that it wasn’t significant or filled with milestone moments. Trombone turned four months old on November 1st. He had his … Continue reading

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Wherein the Question of What to do with My Postpartum Shed Answers itself

Your own personal yeti Someone who’s got big feet Someone who’s sweet Your own personal yeti He’ll keep you warm at night He’ll fight all your fights Standing tall in the shower stall Watching it fall Who can I call? … Continue reading

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The Almonds: A Cautionary Tale

Our stupid (read: ancient and never cleaned) toaster oven has two settings: toast and kill. If you turn your back on it for three seconds, it will incinerate your food and then all the many fire alarms will go off … Continue reading

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Mama Did A Bad, Bad Thing

I wish I could play the noise for you. The noise he was making when he woke up this morning at 7am, 10 seconds after the front door closed on SA and just as I was leisurely rolling towards my … Continue reading

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Smells like Freedom

Sometimes, in the early part of the day, a faint smell licks out from within a building I’m passing. It’s not the smell of one thing but of many: fried onions, cigarette smoke, old carpet. I can almost touch the … Continue reading

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