A Watched Kid Never Pees ⇒

February 19th, 2008 by

It's day one and a half of toilet training Elise. We started informally yesterday--she wanted to wear big girl panties so off we went. I happened to be sitting beside her when she started peeing so I plopped her on the toilet, panties and all, to let her finish. Then I did the best victory dance I could muster and gave her a reward that I'd been saving for just this occasion. Then we called Erin at work to tell him the great news (a lot of fanfare for a little pee!)

So today I am trying...

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Belated Vacation Report ⇒

February 4th, 2008 by

Silly Erin...he goes away on a grand vacation with his whole family and neglects to blog about it.

Long time readers of this blog will remember that Christine and I have gone to see our good friends Nigel and Melody wherever they have lived. First we went to Boston in 2002, then France in 2005. Recently they moved to San Jose, CA, so to continue our tradition, we packed up the family and headed down to The Valley. As a bonus, our friends Dave & Jen live down there too, and we hadn't...

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A Drop of Golden Sun ⇒

January 25th, 2008 by

Hi, Agent Daniella here. I've hijacked the glowy box the big people always tap their fingers on to bring you a little message.

I am nine months old now. I can't believe how fast the time is going. It seems like just yesterday that I was suddenly blinded by a bright light and pushed out of my warm little house into this big loud place. I've been spending these last few months of reconnaissance work exploring from the arms of the big people who inhabit this strange land. Now I have left...

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Happy Berfday to The Bard ⇒

January 25th, 2008 by

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the puddin-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy o' a grace As lang's my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdies like a distant hill, Your pin wad help to mend a mill In time o' need, While thro' your pores the dews distil Like amber bead.

His knife see rustic Labour dicht, An' cut you up wi' ready slicht, Trenching your gushing entrails bricht, Like ony ditch; And then, O...

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