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Pru Poll

Water will do that too ya

Does Pru look more like her mom or her dad here? Anyone?

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In case you weren’t aware of it, there is a lot of fun (and insanity!) to be had here, here and here.  If I didn’t have a baby, you now know what I’d be doing during the long days in Yankeeland.

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You know what else Pru likes? Chewing on things that aren’t food. Not just pacifiers, or her fingers, but books or the TV remote. Or the mail:

Don't worry, it's just junk mail.

Let’s just hope this doesn’t lead to a lifetime of eating soil.

UPDATE:  See also.

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As my long-suffering parents can attest, I was a huge McLaughlin Group fan as a kid.  Huge.  On a scale of 1 to 10 with 1 indicating a level of enthusiasm equal to what the average Hillary Clinton voter has for her candidacy and 10 indicating full-blown fainting Bobby Soxer swooning, I was a 9.  We now know this is a hereditary trait because Prudence spent all afternoon yesterday entranced by the undeniable genius of this cartoon.

I told you it was awesome.  Why did you doubt?

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… so that means:  BLOG PARTY!!

Prior to Pru’s being born and our getting married, much of any given day could be spent composing blog posts in my head.  I could roll around a phrase until it was polished enough for public consumption.  I was able to really work through an assertion and get a final product that I was fairly confident would stand the critical eye of the hoards of people who frequented AGoCh.  I could actually sit down and read Latin.  It was a beautiful time for prose, really. 

After Pru, however, my thoughts have been composed of lists of things I do/don’t want Pru to do.  Samples from the last few days:

A List of Professions We Don’t Want Pru to Consider When She Grows Up:

  1. Thief
  2. Porn star
  3. Welfare Queen
  4. Contract killer
  5. Lawyer


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Bad napper no more!

As the blog may or may not have led you to believe, our Sweet Pea is not the world’s greatest capitalizer on the opportunity for naps. Up until today she just wouldn’t sleep during the day unless someone was holding her, preferably while they were standing upright. This was never the ideal situation, of course, but her parents were pretty indulgent because
a) she’s a cutie
b) they like not hearing their daughter scream.

Today, Angus’s paternity leave ended and Pru celebrated by taking a proper nap. Sure it wasn’t in her bed, but was a start. Mother is going to say a few prayers of thanksgiving now.

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Numeracy Dawns

It’s beginning to occur to me that I’m probably not on the verge of winning the lottery.

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I Can Die in Peace

Not only is there such a product as Bacon Salt, but there’s a Bacon Salt Blog.  I especially like how they recommend you nosh on some Creamy Bacon Salt Dip while preparing your Hannukah dinner.

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Our cat, the illustrious Calvin Coolidge, the Cat, has a number of bad habits that are nevertheless quite endearing. He always follows us out into the hallway, for example, whenever we’re leaving for work, or church, or just to go out. He also likes to go out into the hallway when we’re not out there, rocketing past our feet the minute we open the door on arriving home. One of us has to pick him up and carry him back in. For his troubles, the pick-upper gets a torso covered in fine orange hairs and usually a few “just a reminder I’ve still got these” claw pokes to the chin. He never does anything out there, opting mostly just to sit and groom. I guess it’s just the allure of the forbidden.

Another charming habit was Cal’s former, umm. vomiting problem. He never picked up the idea – which at least some other cats I understand intuit – that one’s litter box can be used for throwing up hairballs, too. Instead, he chose to just throw up wherever, usually on a soft surface like the bath mat or the bed sheets that he was able to claw over to cover the small pile of stomach acid, cat hair and undigested food he’d just summoned forth. Our repeated attempts to explain that it was actually much easier for us to clean up if he vomited on the floor fell on deaf ears. Luckily, improving health plus an aggressive brushing program on our part have kept him vomit-free for a couple months.

Cal also likes to help with making the bed after we’ve done laundry. But, since he lacks opposable thumbs, all he can do to help is lie on the bed as we try to make it, or burrow under the sheets as we’ve got them on, or pounce after the small folds or bunches in the fabric that move past him as we straighten up the sheets. He was particularly helpful last weekend, and your faithful correspondent was there with his camera to capture it.


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A ghost-less Halloween

Official count of trick-or-treaters last night:  Zero*.

The bright side:  Enough leftover candy to keep us all on a solid sugar high well past Sweet Pea’s due date.

*For comparison.  Here were the two treat-expecting weirdos that spent last Halloween with the Dwyers:

The happy couple

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