On Parenting Very Young Children Parenting

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We were at the dinner table the other night, when the conversation turned surreal:

“No, look, Elmo and Zoey would never get along as a married couple. Zoey is way out of Elmo’s league.”

“You think? I dunno, Elmo is pretty famous. Maybe she’d marry him for the money.”

“Do you think people without kids even know who Elmo and Zoey are? And why do we know this shit so well?”

“You think if you asked someone without kids which Wiggle they thought was the hottest, they’d think we were on something?”

And me without my camera Parenting

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This was not the post I wanted to write today. No, that’s more of a public (er.. pubic) service announcement. Instead, what I wanted to say was….

Today LB and I had a fantastic day. Today we got to meet someone I’ve known for over a year. Someone who moved from Kentucky to Seattle six months before we moved up, has the same age toddler, the same freakin’ car, and probably about every other minute detail of life (oh! Like her birthday is a few days after mine) in common with me. She’s like me but with a Brittish husband. So she’s me but she spells favorite favourite. Like, how cool is that?

I’ve read her website for over a year now. When she moved to Seattle I emailed her and said, “OH MY GOD! WE ARE MOVING TO SEATTLE! Want to be my friend?” and when she didn’t hit delete without sending me some lovely email back I figured I’d make her my new favorite. Then when she actually agreed to meet us in person she got promoted to sainthood. THEN when she suggests a super fun bouncy place that wears kids out and almost-guarantees-a-nap-or-your-money-back I could’ve kissed her.

But I didn’t. And no, there are no pictures.

But the kids did have fun and I got to slide down some kick ass slides. It wasn’t until I had been bouncing for some time before I realized it said “No Pregnant Women” on the side of the bouncy thing. Well, duh. Now doesn’t that make sense? See, #2 gets hardly any paranoia. I lavished paranoia on LB in utero (and out) and here I am bouncing all over like pregnant boobs without a bra.

Conversations from the backseat Parenting

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Today, as we were driving home from playing at the park with Paige, I decided to go through town so LB could go on a bridge over water and see the big buildings. We drove by Mr. Flinger’s Alumni and I pointed out that is where Daddy went to school. LB was quiet, and I repeated, “See? That is Daddy’s college. Daddy went to school there.”

We drove a bit more and she could see it better so I told her again, “That’s where daddy went to school.” And again after we rounded a corner and could see a different view.

About ten minutes later as we’re passing a mall and the surrounding stores, LB gasps and says,

“Oh! I see! Daddy’s school is Target!”

*sigh* Now I just need to inform her that when I tell her she will go to college after high school, I don’t mean be a cashier at Target.