Kaylee has what I call “rehearsal mode”. Every few hours she’ll pick a phrase she finds interesting and repeat it, with full emotion and body language, until the words have lost all meaning to me. This morning, the phrase was:
“*gasp* Oh, the baby is sooooo cute!”
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I lost the code for embedding the little flickr picture-show/scrambler thing in my sidebar. I miss it a lot, and I can’t find the program anywhere on the internet. It makes me sad.
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Moblogging via flickr/movable type still isn’t working.
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124 days!
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Kaylee showed me how to take a bow this weekend. The end result, with her bent nearly double, her arms flung to the sky and hands flipped around like a stage magician, is Made of Pure Win.
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I’m buying a new mattress for Christmas. My back would like it to be Christmas now, please.
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Windshield still has a huge crack in it.
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My DNA thwarts me in mid-winter. As much as I work to maintain a good weight, the only things that smell instantly good are fried, grilled, or chili. The idea of a salad, even a big one, makes me cringe at an evolutionary level, unless I imagine the thing swimming in dressing.
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I’d really like to fly back to SoDak and see everyone.