Do not click on this link unless you have money to burn. It is an almost physical restraint I am using to not apply for extra credit cards so I can max them out immediately on the sale page alone. It hurts a little bit.

Tomorrow I start my new job! Then it’s Thanksgiving, and we will be away! Then I start my first full week of my new job! What I am trying to say is, I don’t know how much I will be posting over the next couple of weeks, but it’s not because I don’t love you, it is because I cannot manage my time properly.
So, here’s a tidbit of information that I just happen to know, and now you do, too:

(Do you misuse this word? I’ll bet you do, everybody does)

From Webster’s Dictionary-

Decimate: 1. To take the tenth part of; to tithe.

2. To select by lot and punish with death every tenth man of; as, to decimate a regiment as a punishment for mutiny.

So, if the rainforest really was only being decimated, that is, reduced by a tenth, then that wouldn’t be so bad.

Reason #42.6:
Today a friend was coming back from NYC and brought us the world’s most tastiest bagels. The Baby had her first New York bagel today. Milestones abound!

Today is my birthday!
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It’s my birthday, too, yeah!
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Today is my birthday! Happy birth-day to meh!

I got two sets of flowers, two kinds of yummy chocolate, some yummy curry, and some cash from my mom. One set of flowers and one kind of chocolate and the curry were unexpected, so they were extra special. Plus BabyFace is wearing her blue flannel tiger jammies, so:
Best. Birthday. Ever.

bonus gift idea: I really should…

I know that all my posts lately have been about how mind blowingly cute my girl is, but I would be able to write more intelligently if she would stop being so ridiculously adorable, in new and ever increasing intensity, every single day.

For example:
She’s found out that her voice sounds neat when she holds things over her face and shouts into them, especially tupperware, the plastic cauldron that held Halloween candy, and my shoes.

The only non baby related thing that I feel like writing about is that someone spilled rosewater somewhere in the dining room, and it smells vaguely like Old Lady in here.

UPDATE!
Tonight, BabyHead was sitting on the couch and HH was on the floor in front of her. She moved forward and sat there, rubbing his head and occasionally poking at his face, pleased as can be. Sometimes she is so cute you can’t look directly at her.

She’s walking, folks. She’s a walker. Walker Texas Ranger. Last night at 6pm, she got up and said, “Oh by the way, I walk now. It’s no big deal, really. I think I will walk up and down the living room for an hour.”