*Please someone give me an alternative for this word.
Dear Baby,
Please stop pooping in the tub.
Love, Mama.
Alternate title for the blog impaired: an homage to dooce
Today in 1943 – A wartime ban on the sale of pre-sliced bread in the U.S. went into
effect. It was aimed at reducing the bakeries’ demand for metal
replacement parts.
(I have a fascination with WWII, mostly of the effects on American civilians, and mostly my research involves slapstick comedies and over the top musicals. But actual facts are good, too.)
1967 – Albert DeSalvo, who claimed to be the “Boston Strangler,” was convicted
in Massachusetts of armed robbery, assault and sex offenses. He was
sentenced to life and killed by a fellow inmate in 1973.
(I knew this guy’s nephew. Not real well, but I rode on the back of his motorcycle once. He didn’t like to talk about the Boston Strangler stuff; apparently he got a lot of shit from his blue collar Boston neighborhood growing up.)
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Q: Traci, why have you been absent from not only this site, but all the blogs that you read and love?
A: Because the Baby thinks the Computer is the devil, and will stop any solo play to run across the room and rip the mouse out of my hands. Then the fussing and the jumping until I stop with the damn computer already. It should be obvious to anyone that she is sleeping right now, but I’ll bet odds that she is turning fitfully in her sleep.
Q: Other than the insane compulsions, is she the cutest thing ever? Please explain.
A: Yes, she is. She sticks her tiny fingers in the ziti and eats them that way. She cuddles her blocks in the side of her neck, and calls them “B”. She shakes her ass to almost any kind of music, even intro music to the Jon Stewart Show.
Q: How does she feel about dogs?
A: She feels an affection for dogs that goes beyond reason. She lunges merrily at large barking dogs she has never met before. She even pokes at their food, though I have been assured that she hasn’t eaten any.
Q: Does this particular compulsion worry you? Specifically, are you concerned that she will leap into the waiting jaws of some rabid monster on the street someday, and it will all happen in slow motion, and you will move slowly, like through quicksand, and not be able to save her so you beat the crap out of someone’s stupid dog?
A: Yes.
Q: On a similar note, does the fact that she will calmly be babysat by just about any random person, or that she will flirt with and talk to simply *anyone* keep you up at night? How are you supposed to teach a girl like that about Stranger Danger without freaking her right the hell out and rendering your sweet loving little girl a mass of anxieties and neurosis?
A: Yes; I don’t know.
Q: Why don’t you go finish your glass of wine and go watch the TiVo’d live episode of Will and Grace with Matt Lauer?
A: I think I will.
Fuzzy Bunny
Tiny Muffin
Tiny Button
Be Bop (a re-bop)
Pipsilany Pipswitch, Queen of the Hobos
Pips
Wibbles (or Wibs)
Grumpermelon
The Otter
The Girl ™ makes the same sign for “dog” as she does for “Dad”. Oh man that’s a hoot.
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