Cael: Mama, you are a girl. Allie: That's right. I am. Do you know any other girls? Cael: Lolo. Allie: Yup! Lolo's a girl. Anyone else? Cael: Grandma Tracey! Allie: Right! Anyone else? Cael: Andy! Allie: Andy's not a girl! Andy's a boy. Cael: That's silly, Mama. Andy's a girl! Allie: I'm pretty sure he's a boy. Cael: That's silly! Allie: And guess what's even sillier - your dad's...

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If you've ever eaten my homemade cuisine, you know that if the grater is involved the cuisine becomes more along the lines of "hand-crafted." Cheese, carrots, cucumbers - they typically come with a side of finger. I don't know how it happens, but I'd say at least a quarter of the times I bring out that shinning, metal death trap I lose a little something. Same goes for the peeler. (I'm convinced that's why humans evolved with...

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Martin's little helpers. Notice the only person not participating in exercises? That's right, suckers! No squats for me. I shall continue to sit here on the couch, multiple bars of chocolate within easy reach. (And yes, I know the picture is not the best quality. Turns out the only ones I got that weren't blurry had Cael picking his nose. I figure that's not something that needs to be immortalize...

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I love Christmas. Come November, I start playing Kenny and Dolly's Once Upon a Christmas soundtrack and planning where I'm going to put the decorations. I like seeing the bell ringers at Fred Meyer, the terribly hung lights on the neighbors' houses, those god-awful giant snow globes, the holiday themed car ads - the whole experience. As a child, I wanted this feeling to continue through February....

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Cael loves baths. Loves them right up until it's time to wash his hair. Then they become screaming fests. Full blown tantrums with swatting arms and big, crocodile tears. It's been that way for probably close to two years now. We only wash his hair every other bath, just to preserve some amount of pleasure in the experience. He got special toys, crayons, bubbles - every little thing possible to make his bath more entertaining....

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December 2008 December 2...

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Cael: Mama, don't feed Finn! Allie: I've got to feed him; he's hungry. Cael: No, he not hungry! Allie: Yeah, Butter, he's hungry. It's time for him to eat. Cael: No, he not hungry! He eat yesterd...

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Well, he took two steps today. But that's basically a baby marathon! In other news, don't forget to vote for Finn once a day (until early January, I think?) so that he can be a glorified extra! (Just like Mommy and Daddy were - except the "glorified" par...

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Diaper free and no accidents. All I want for Christmas is a potty trained 2 year old...

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I can't decide which was more fun: picking individual chunks of Cael's vomit out of the clothes in the washer (from the load that I started at 2am), or cleaning up a diaper so explosive that the poop traveled so far up Finn's back it got into his hair. And it's not even nine yet! (And, for posterity - Cael, the first time he ever puked: "Mama, I spilled...

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Thanks to Ellen for the amazing wreath! Cael can't wait to tear it down...

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Cael: Mama? Allie: Yeah? Cael: I want to play with Kailey. Allie: I want you to play with Kailey too, Buddy, but you can't right now. Cael: I want to play with Kailey! Allie: I know, but she's not here. Cael: Kailey's at home. Allie: Yeah, she's at her home in Arizona. Cael: Arizona! Allie: Yup. Cael: Can we go to Arizona? Allie: Not right now. But we will again. Cael: On airplane. Allie:...

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