October 2011
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I may or may not be dying at this very moment.
It’s probably the Consumption. Or the Plague. Maybe cholera. Whatever it is, I’ll die knowing I have the very best husband in the world, because he’s offered to come home in the middle of his shift to take the Dictator to her sitter’s so that I don’t have to drag my sorry ass off the couch to take her there myself.  Bless that man.
Oct 31st
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It's Really Hard To Be Authoritative When You...
I lost my voice yesterday morning. It came back later in the day, but I woke up today and it’s gone again.  So far, my requests and directions have been met by a few smirks and some flat-out “no”s from the Dictator.  It’s going to be a long day. 
Oct 27th
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No, YOU just dropped a pumpkin cream cheese muffin...
…after IT told you the last replacement keyboard would be your last replacement keyboard.
Oct 26th
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“Ten… Elebben, twelb… threeteen, fourteen, fiveteen…”
– Dictator’s preferred way to count to twenty
Oct 26th
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I May Be 2,000km Away
But I still got a goodnight kiss and hug from the kiddo via Facetime.  I love technology.
Oct 25th
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Oct 25th
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Best. Sleepover. Ever
Oct 24th
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True Enough
Voice from the doorway: Whatchoo doin' Mama?
Me: It doesn't matter, Dictator. You're sleeping.
Voice from the doorway: No I not.
Oct 23rd
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I Feel Like I'm In That Episode of Family Guy
Dictator: Mama?
Me: Yes?
Dictator: Mama!
Me: Yes?
Dictator: Mommy!
Me: What, bebe?
Dictator: Mama!
Me: What do you need, kiddo?
Dictator: MAAAMAAA!
Me: I'm standing right here, Dictator. What do you need?
Dictator: [wanders away without a word]
Oct 21st
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Longest Run-on Sentence Ever
 mamanerdy replied to your post: I Don’t Remember Who Recommended Two Kisses for Maddy, But… It was probably me. Welcome to sobfest 2011, right? Aha! It was you. When you send me my replacement box, I prefer the regular Kleenex, not that lotiony stuff, okay? I love hate love books where you know what’s about to happen and you’re reading and you can’t stop it from...
Oct 20th
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I Think I May Love This Man
Anderson Cooper has a bunch of pageant moms and their daughters on his show this morning.   Can I just say how much his face delighted me when the first kid started her performance? I had the closed captioning on, so there was a bit of a delay, but I suspect he had the most trouble controlling his face when the six-year-old sang something to the effect of “I’m a cutie...
Oct 20th
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I Don't Remember Who Recommended Two Kisses for...
You owe me a box of Kleenex.  Also: I don’t like you very much right now. 
Oct 20th
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At Least I Have My Looks
Me: I almost had a heart attack when I opened up my web browser and saw that the Airmiles toolbar thingie was showing a balance of 295 miles.
Then I remembered that I redeemed 4,800 of them yesterday.
Husband: You're pretty.
Oct 19th
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Dear WestJet,
I don’t understand why I have to travel 1,200km west, then 3,200km southeast, then 800km northeast when the place I want to go to is less than 2,000km dead east. Please ‘splain.
Oct 18th
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Once Again, Sorry About Your Stupid Parents, Kid
A friend gave the Dictator a French Strawberry Shortcake book.  My, but bedtime was humbling last night.
Oct 18th
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Baby Shower Peer Pressure
Husband: How was the baby shower?
Me, rolling my eyes: Ugh. It was a shower. You know, a room full of women going, "Ooh!" and "Awwww!" over tiny baby things.
Husband: Did you go "ooh!" and "aww!" over the tiny baby things?
Me: Well, yeah. I mean, I'm not dead inside.
Husband: And there was all that peer pressure.
Me: Always the peer pressure.
Oct 17th
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It Doesn't Help That I Just Looked Over At Him &...
mamanerdy replied to your photo: Sam is a really good sport. Sam looks like he got busted drunk. Shh. 
Oct 16th
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Oct 16th
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Bum Drums
I was getting dressed this morning when Dictator came up behind me (stealthily, I might add), started playing the bongos on my bare ass, and yelled “Bum drums! Bum drums!” It is really hard to tell your child that something’s inappropriate when you’re struggling to speak through laughter-induced tears. 
Oct 14th
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Dear Enfamil: Time to Update Your Mailing List
I opened the mailbox today to find a package containing a 370g can of powdered formula, a four-pack of pre-mixed formula in ready-to-use bottle jobbies, and two hermetically sealed nipples to stick on the pre-mixed jobbies.  I can only imagine what that cost to mail out, and although I appreciate free stuff, my baby has been off formula for oh, coming up on two and a half years now.  (I tried to...
Oct 14th
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