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The eyebrows run in the family
That's my seventeen-year-old niece Mariah, my sister's oldest kid. She probably looks a bit more like her dad than her mom, but she still sports some undeniable Hamilton features like the eyebrows and the wiry hair. She came to Florida with us, and I had such a great time getting to know her better...
Published June 26, 2008 PermaLinkAll Dooce Posts on /Parenting:
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June 25, 2008
Jon opened up his own etsy shop a few weeks ago to sell some of his photographs, and his experience has been a bit of a test run for what I'd like to do with my own. Here we've printed out a few of our favorites and hung them up in the living room, and within the next couple of weeks I'm going to have my own shop up and running...
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June 23, 2008
For breakfast most mornings I have a bowl of Bob's Red Mill Mighty Tasty Hot Cereal with rice milk and assorted fruit. I also drizzle agave nectar over the top to add a touch of sweetness. This is actually way more filling and delicious that what I would normally eat for breakfast, but it takes quite a bit longer to fix. I'm always hungriest in the morning, so the wait is sometimes excruciating. But that's exactly what this cleanse is for, to be more thoughtful about what I'm eating... -
June 13, 2008
[The last guest post of the week is by Jim Griffioen, one half of the blog Sweet Juniper. I fell in love with his writing a few years ago, and when he and his family moved from San Francisco to Detroit they spent an afternoon at our house in Salt Lake City (where Leta introduced their daughter, Juniper, to childhood obesity). The legal advice he and his wife gave to us in those couple of hours helped us save our house, so I pretty much owe these guys both of my kidneys.]
Rarely am I more ashamed to be a man than when I step into a public restroom. I would rather stand before a class of sophomore women's studies majors berating me for everything men have ever done wrong than take a dump next to a stranger...
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June 12, 2008
Yesterday we all went parasailing, everyone except Leta who sat in the corner of the boat with her thumb in her mouth. Although, I am just as proud of her as I am of myself because it could have been a terrible hour-long boat ride, but she sucked it up, remained calm and didn't complain once. But was she ever happy when it was over, even proclaiming happily as she set foot on the dock, "I love to go on boats every day!"... -
June 11, 2008
I booked this condo in Florida having only seen pictures of it on the Internet, so I didn't know if in person the decor was going to be way over the top or was going to beat me over the head with YOU ARE IN FLORIDA. You know: seashells, wicker, sculptures of swordfish. But the owners of this condo have exquisite taste, and I've fallen in love with this chair in the master bedroom...
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June 09, 2008
You ain't been pucked til you been fud pucked
Several months ago when Jon and I were looking at our plans for the summer we decided that we wanted to take a family vacation. And we asked ourselves, where in the world would we like to go most with Leta? Since she was coming with us we had to go somewhere that has chicken nuggets on the menu, so right there that cancels out 75 percent of the world. And we knew that no matter how beautiful the scenery or spectacular the architecture, she'd inevitably want to go back to the hotel room to play with Polly Pockets. That left only one requirement: some place not covered in snow...
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June 06, 2008
My good friend, Cami, came with us to the book signing last night to take photos for us, and here she captured me with a couple of kids from Provo, and I use the term kids affectionately. Leta calls her friends "my kids" so I'm stealing her idea...
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June 03, 2008
Leta is looking for a tiny shoe that belongs to a particular Polly Pockets set we bought her for Easter which, first of all, is already an impossible endeavor. I don't think the CIA could find that shoe, and I have a hard time understanding why they even create shoes for Polly Pocket figures anyway. Have you ever seen them? Imagine a miniature Barbie. Smaller. Smaller than that. So imagine the feet on that smaller than smaller than a miniature Barbie. Right. Tiny. You can't even see the feet without a microscope. Now imagine the shoes that fit on those microscopic feet. Keeping track of those shoes is like keeping track of an individual piece of dust. EXCEPT MORE MADDENING...
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June 02, 2008
Dear Leta,
Tomorrow you turn fifty-two months old. It's a number you can easily count to, although recently counting things has become much too boring to hold your interest. Counting and the porn business that we run out of the basement, you're all ANOTHER HOOKER IS USING MY TOOTHBRUSH, ARE YOU SERIOUS? That's what someone suggested to me the other day, that our lives must be nothing but drugs and sex and guns going off in the middle of the night, or at least that's what they hoped was the life of someone who blogged for a living. What do you think, should I tell them the truth?...
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May 29, 2008
Jon and I returned from Vancouver last night, and I had planned to sit down and give a summary of our trip today but a slew of phone calls, interruptions and a mild panic attack took over my day. To recover I'm going to go play paper dolls with Leta...
