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Since I’m awake anyway…

I decided to finally paste in all my pre-Wordpress blog posts.  Wow, I never realized how much I’d appreciate Wordpress!  For your viewing pleasure, we now have posts dating back to the week before Graem was born–with every smile, carseat upgrade, and well-visit checkup now recorded.

Reading through them was interesting–I’ve already forgotten what it was like to drop her off at daycare for the first time, when she got her first tooth, and when she first said, “Mama.”  I’d also forgotten how long I was taking her in to work with me, which in retrospect, I greatly appreciate having had the opportunity, but also can’t imagine it now with a near-three-year-old.

How time flies.

Why?

Of late, Grammy has become obsessed with the question, “Why?” It reminds me of my own inquisitive stage, when I’d ask my dad incessantly, “How come?”

Here are some recent answers to Grammy’s “Why?”:

  • Because it’s hot
  • Because that’s just how farts are, they smell
  • Because the earth revolves around the sun
  • H=mc^T (I don’t know the keystroke for delta)
  • Because flies are dirty
  • Because they land on poo
  • Because I stink
  • Because Bailey stinks
  • Just because
  • Because I said so, and I’m the boss

WOOHOO! Sell-A-Bration time!

We are now a PAGERANK 1!!!  Without even whoring ourselves out to get on everyone’s blogroll.  Ah, the mysteries of Google’s pagerank algorithms.  And Uncle Den is now a 3–mostly because he did whore out his site. 

This opens up a whole new world of PayPerPost opps! 

Grammy’s Choice

Grammy is exerting her free will these days: She only wants particular diapers at any given time, and changes her mind the second you agree to put it on.  Some days all she wants are Elmo diapers (in spite of the fact that Elmo is on every &#*@&%# diaper), other days it’s Big Bird.  Shoes are another battle: she insists on wearing her pink shoes, even if she’s wearing a blue and orange outfit!  Or sneakers with a dress…

We can’t believe we have a girly-girl…

As I type, Grammy is playing dress-up with her baby dolls!  It seems all she wants to do lately is put her baby to nigh’ nigh’…she must get it from me!  If she could, she’d pop those babies some Valium.  Graem will take the baby, put her face-down on the couch/floor/coffee table/upside-down xylophone, drape a blanket (actually a burp cloth) over her, tuck the baby’s bottle under her arm, and then smack the baby on the back repeatedly.  Then she’ll move the whole setup to a new location and repeat.  She’s also into changing diapers–if we only we had the second kid, we’d put Graem right on diaper duty!
Graem also seems to have an uncanny affinity for pink–pink shoes, pink shirts, pink hair clips, and today at WalMart: pink glasses!

She must get it from daycare…

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