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The Mess Potential is Exponential: Our Kids Are What Matter Most

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Find it in the mess. I dare you. As defined by the hubs:. The exponential potential to create a mess at any given moment. A box of Legos. You know those kid toys that just explode from the cute little cubby holes you just effing put them back away in to? High School (or any adult social situation that still resembles high school. Feeding a Baby Solid Foods. Shopping with overtired, hungry children. A Very Good Year. Life on a Tightrope. Mommy Geekology 2.0. My Life With Them. Neurotic, Yet Classy. It is ...

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The Mess Potential is Exponential: February 2012

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Find it in the mess. I dare you. As defined by the hubs:. The exponential potential to create a mess at any given moment. A box of Legos. You know those kid toys that just explode from the cute little cubby holes you just effing put them back away in to? High School (or any adult social situation that still resembles high school. Feeding a Baby Solid Foods. Shopping with overtired, hungry children. A Very Good Year. Life on a Tightrope. Mommy Geekology 2.0. My Life With Them. Neurotic, Yet Classy. That i...

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The Mess Potential is Exponential: December 2012

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Find it in the mess. I dare you. As defined by the hubs:. The exponential potential to create a mess at any given moment. A box of Legos. You know those kid toys that just explode from the cute little cubby holes you just effing put them back away in to? High School (or any adult social situation that still resembles high school. Feeding a Baby Solid Foods. Shopping with overtired, hungry children. A Very Good Year. Life on a Tightrope. Mommy Geekology 2.0. My Life With Them. Neurotic, Yet Classy. First,...

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The Mess Potential is Exponential: July 2011

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Find it in the mess. I dare you. As defined by the hubs:. The exponential potential to create a mess at any given moment. A box of Legos. You know those kid toys that just explode from the cute little cubby holes you just effing put them back away in to? High School (or any adult social situation that still resembles high school. Feeding a Baby Solid Foods. Shopping with overtired, hungry children. A Very Good Year. Life on a Tightrope. Mommy Geekology 2.0. My Life With Them. Neurotic, Yet Classy. Today ...

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The pursuit...: April 2010

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Rambling thoughts, a journal of events, and a disection of experiences. Thursday, April 29, 2010. What did you want to be when you grew up? A dolphin trainer at Sea World. That's what I thought would be the most awesomest job EVER! In fact when I was in 3rd-5th grades we lived in California and we had season passes to the Monterey Bay Aquarium. Links to this post. Some pictures.with comments. I'm bored and I have paint on my computer (as does every human being I suppose) and so here's some stuff. So, on ...

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I Digress: Tales From a Baby-Starved Wingnut | Page 2

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I Digress: Tales From a Baby-Starved Wingnut. Mad that Casey was voted off American Idol? It turns out she was sick and so was I, and then B, but what is funny is that I was downloading pictures of this weekend and came across this gem:. I mean, she so obviously has a cold in this picture. Poor birdie. Other than that insanity, it was a gorgeous weekend at the beach. Those windows look out to the ocean. Mom-in-law making one of several meals following this rule: Carbs Fat = Good. 5 I missed it here.

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And then we all lived fatter ever after. | I Digress: Tales From a Baby-Starved Wingnut

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I Digress: Tales From a Baby-Starved Wingnut. And then we all lived fatter ever after. Seriously, this having a baby thing just packs the pounds on, even if you didn’t give birth. It’s a combination of sleep-deprivation and B’s new schedule (2 to 11pm) (UGH) that has just made our eating habits all out of whack. B said the other day, “I am such a fat bastard! 8221; and I was like, “Me too! 8221; and then we promptly did nothing about it. First world problems, yo. I guess we will see. In the meantime, HI!

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About Me | I Digress: Tales From a Baby-Starved Wingnut

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I Digress: Tales From a Baby-Starved Wingnut. I like: the way my husband smells, my dogs silky ears, knitting things with expensive yarn, music, reading books, watching movies, chocolate and peanut butter, making lists, Tina Fey, Wii, underdogs, Macs, taking pictures of random things, growing stuff, eating stuff and talking about eating stuff I’ve grown. He is totally a keeper. And he smells good. He dislikes: Bill O’Riley, Gypsy, death metal, and flies. You can read about her birth via surrogate here.

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One day | I Digress: Tales From a Baby-Starved Wingnut

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I Digress: Tales From a Baby-Starved Wingnut. Every Monday Fiona and I pack our bags and head out to the farm for a couple of days. If B works over the weekend, we leave on Sunday. We stay until Wednesday morning, and we leave early enough that we can spend the early afternoon with B before he heads to work. 8221; and I was confused for a second and then realized what he wanted and I said, “Goodnight, Sweet Princes” and he said, “Goodnight Lindsey! Standing where our house will be:. Today, on my iPhone &...