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My helper

Dora lives her sister





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I scream

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Hungry hungry hippo

Emmy eating her hand.





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Camping in the house

I used to love camping, but haven't done it in years. Last night Eli and Dora and I all set up my tent inside as a trial run to see if we were ready for the great outdoors.
Here is what happened.
Eli and Dora fought over pillows.
Dora won.
All stuffed animals had to join us.
Dora had to go potty 6 times, she was just excited to sit on the toilet.
Dora got bored and wanted stories.
We told stories for 20 minutes.
Dora wanted mom.
Dora wanted to sleep in her own bed and went upstairs.
Eli fell asleep.
Eli stole my pillow.
Eli tossed and turned kicking me in the head.
He stole my other pillow.
He woke me up for water.
He kicked me in the ribs.
He stole my pillow again.
He woke me up asking for ghost stories at 4 am.
He put his arm on my shoulder and went to sleep.
He stole my pillow.
He wanted more water.
He told a funny story.
He slept till 7. Then asked if he could tell me a story.
He is now awake and chipper.
He passed the test!



Anybody wanna go beach camping?
Bring an extra pillow.


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Alone for 4 minutes

I left the Kids alone to hang a picture. That is ice cream on the window, he is fired from babysitting.


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Baby Stay-Puff

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We found our new babysitter

His price is right.


Actually, now that I do the math, this is the most expensive sitter!

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Saturday morning at Star Box

The donuts here rock. Mom got to sleep in










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Location:Pecan Dr,Sugar Land,United States

Gotham is now safe

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Pictures

Baby smiling and Eli being silly. One never happens the other happens all the time.


That was Eli at the smokey restaurant. The blurriness is actual smoke.


This next one was taken at moonset, just before sunrise, after a night shift. If you ever see this, you will know how cool it is. You will also know you are missing a great deal of sleep.


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Couple things

First of all, there is a drought here in Texas. Why is it that the only grass growing on my property is between the cracks of the concrete?

Secondly, we went to dinner tonight as a family in a restaurant that allows smoking (won't be going back). I asked the waitress which entree was good. Her words, "this one will get you addicted, you will want it again a week from now." As far as I can tell, she was right- I got enough second hand smoke I might need some nicoderm or Chantex to help me come down.



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Scabies

If you have ever seen them, or know someone who has them, you will soon find the web spaces on your hand becoming itchy. After you have scratched them, you start to notice your arm pits, hair, and waistband are itching.

The more you scratch, the worse it gets. And at 5 am after a sleepless night you start to wonder....

What if it's lice?

After turning some more and scratching more, in your half awake state, you start to panic...
Must be a full blown infestation of fleas, nits, lice, and bugs!

Only after waking in a panic sweat do you see the real cause.
Nothing in the world makes you feel better to wake up and find the culprit: some briars and twigs intertwined in the sheets.
Disaster averted...
But why am I still itching.

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Slippery

Babies are really slippery when wet. Bath time in the sink can be dangerous.


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Kids are tough

I spent about 6 hours getting screamed at by Emerald and Dora yesterday. I am not complaining, Bridget deals with that everyday. What amazes me is that Pavlovian conditioning hasn't prevented the perpetuation of the human species.

Also, I figured out why my babies are chunckers, any time they cry I shove a bottle in their mouth.




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