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the aidan: why hasn’t papa built this yet (referring to a star wars lego ship)?

me: he’s still in the other city. it’s hard for him to build this there without his legos sweetheart.

the aidan: i’m not a ‘sweetheart’ i’m a boy! people aren’t supposed to call boys ‘sweetheart’.

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every time i hear the song “i’m yours” by jason mraz…i text the angelo “i’m yours!”

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the olivia was putting on the tired act so i put her in her bed with all her accoutrements. ten minutes later she is screaming. i go in there to rescue her from whatever atrocities she believes is happening to her and she is standing holiding onto the railing of her crib and screaming at the door. i honestly think she made it up there then became stuck. her little toes kept slipping between the mattress and crib rails.

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that whole wisdom teeth removal going-to-spend-the-weekend-drugged bit was a little overblown on my part. i took a hydrocodone later friday (of which i have no recollection) and then one saturday morning and that was it.

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i have a new phone that we bought on saturday after my hydrocodone induced nap. apparently when we went i was still under the influence because the woman was talking to us about the phones and i could not process anything she was saying. it was like ADD suffering from ADD. i ended up pointing to a phone then went out to the truck and left the rest up to the angelo. i now have a red pantech matrix.

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the olivia is crawling. word.

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the olivia is a little impatient when it comes to being fed. if her next bite didn’t come exactly 2.852 seconds after the previous one, she screamed at me.

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we leave for palo duro in two weeks and three days…but who’s counting.

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my dog licks the floor…and walls…and cabinets…

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2 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Family of Blessings on February 25, 2009 at 3:04 pm

    Dude…I woke up from a nap totally expecting a video…where is it? 🙂

  2. Posted by theerin on February 25, 2009 at 3:28 pm

    trying to edit it.

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