PUPPIES!!

You know you want to buy one of these!

How can you resist those adorable little eyes and freckled noses?!
For Jack Russell pups, the pricing is competitive - $100 female, $75 male.

St. Nick's Day is Dec. 6 and then follows Christmas - at their small size, these puppies are sure to make the perfect stocking stuffers!

C'mon! Show your kids this picture!!

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One less headache for homebirthers

Lucky for you, I condensed this post down to a few sentences. Originally, you would have had to scroll down 4 cyber feet to read it in its entirety. I realize noone cares THAT much about what i think, so here's the point:

If you give birth at home and want to have your child screened for all of those undetectable yet fatal illnesses and metabolic disorders like PKU and CF, then cut out the middle man, insurance companies, and grumpy old nurses at the hospital birth center by ordering your own kit from this independent lab via the web.* It's convenient and costs less than what you're insurance will cover. I promise.

But you better hurry up and do it before Barry O. socializes health care and drives these independent labs out of business and deems homebirthing illegal!


(*Mega thanks to my SIL, Rachel, for finding the site for me!!)

Of course this is another post on pregancy!

You've been holding out for something deep and theological.
Sorry.
All you have to do is be pregnant or married to someone who is pregnant to know that you wait in vain.

First of all, i need to get it off my chest that i heard someone classify me as "plump." Can you believe it? The nerve! Of course, it was a 3 year old, and he did say it with affection....

Due to this unhidably "plump" condition of mine, anyone i bump into (with my plump belly - look out!) asks when i am due, etc. etc. This morning, the inquisitor was the Kroger checkout lady. When i answered her with a joyful and content, "Anytime within the next few days!" she followed up with the infamous, "So, do you know what it is?" Resisting the urge to answer, "We're certain it's a human, although my husband's side did raise goats," I replied that we never find out the sex of our baby before birth. And her response was great - one among the gems i've been blessed to receive from the minds of clerks. It was this:

"Well, i guess we're not given that many chances to be surprised in life. Why spoil it, eh!"

Vocalizations of an almost 4 year old

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At Breakfast this morning (which included bagels and oj)

Me: "Thomas, did you know that today is Great Grandpa and Grandma's 54th wedding anniversary?"

Thomas: "Are they gonna have any more babies?"

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After returning home yesterday from my first haircut in 19 months:

Joe: "Thomas, do you notice anything different about mommy?"

Thomas: "Ummm.... nope."

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While helping me bake the Ghirardelli Ultimate Fudge Brownies for my 27th (which, by the way, are the most delicious boxed mix ever - and that's saying a lot, coming from this chocoholic):

Thomas: "Oh! Mommy! Can i put these pink sprinkles on top? They are sooooo beautiful!"

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Mutant Turkeys of Thanksgiving

You're right.
I don't regularly post more than once a day.
You're right again.
These artful birds are only on display to distract your attention from the previous post. Noone should have to look at that for the next week.

Nota bene: Cameras add 5lbs.

(37wks and some odd days)

I can't believe this is happening to me

(although i guess i should expect it, when i'm storing dozens of plastic bins of children's clothes in the basement.)

Where are all those itty-bitty baby booties!!??
I know i have thousands of pairs of them, but they're not in the 0-3 month boy bin, and they're not in the 0-3 month girl bin, and they're not in the 3-6 month boy bin, nor are they in the 3-6 month/6-9 month girl bin, and i REFUSE to enter any bins that have the month "12" marked on them anywhere.

Where ARE they? We wants them!!!

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Plans for the future

Is it possible to impeach a president for his dealings with and ties to an unrepentant domestic terrorist?

Just throwing that out there.

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Overheard

My dad's version of "This Little Piggy," which caused us all to erupt with laughter:

"This little piggy went to market,

This little piggy stayed home.

This little piggy had roast beef,

and all these little piggies went to the election booth and voted for John McCain.

And this little piggy's name was Barack Obama and he lost the election and went crying 'BooHoooHOoWAAHH!!!' all the way back to Illinois."

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