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A Revised Edition of A Stream of Consciousness Poem in the Style of my One and a Half Year Old Baby (She’s Actually 20 Months Old)
Coppee (coffee) Mama Dada Coppee Hi baby Eye Eye Mine Dootee (stroller) Up Mama Baby Up Me Mine Wawa Boop boop (book book) No Nooooo Mo (more) Dusee (tushy) Bup up Boop Mommeeeeey Boop boop Deez (cheese) Dootie (cookie) Mine No Me Mama coppee
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Please
Forgive Me For This Post. I Am Already In Bed And My Fingers Still Work But My Mind Is Not All There. I Promise To Do Better Tomo…..
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Sticker Chart
I recently started a sticker chart for my daughter to encourage her to brush her teeth more cooperatively. I drew a simple grid on a piece of paper, and explained that every time she let me brush her teeth without having to chase her down, she could put a sticker in the box. She seemed…
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Everyone Makes Mistakes
Did you ever say or do something to a complete stranger in a moment of extreme frustration (who, in the moment, you could not even see) that you deeply and immediately regret, and then try to apologize to that person only to be made to feel worse by them and / or their partner, and…
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Stroller Derby
I don’t count my steps, but if I did, I’m sure I’d reach my daily goal. Most days it begins at around 6:30am. After changing my baby’s diaper, I put her down and start to walk over to the kitchen to make coffee. Before I get very far, I hear the familiar sound of plastic…
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Babies Say the Darndest Things
It feels like my 20-month-old baby has been growing in language leaps and bounds. Every day she is saying something new, and it’s all adorable. Here are a few of the things she says now, with their requisite translations: bup: “up” boop: “book” depdoo: “stepstool” doddy: “doggy” gull: “girl” dooty: “tushy” dopidop: “diaper” dodull: “stroller”…
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Two Babies
Two babies sat together on the library floor. One was mine, and the other was not. The babies were close enough in age that they could both walk, sit, and climb, but they were likely six months apart. They watched each other intently, and while they spoke very few words (only “uh oh” could be…
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Pirate’s Booty
A single piece of Pirate’s Booty sat lonesome, stale, and dehydrated on the little girl’s bedroom floor. It was located underneath her kiddie piano in the corner of the room, just below the window with the gray pull-down shade. It had been there for days. Probably weeks. No longer bulbous and fluffy, the booty appeared…
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Taste Bugs
My four year old daughter’s preschool class recently had a visit from the local dentist. The dentist brought a giant toothbrush and demonstrated proper brushing technique on a kid-approved stuffed dragon doll. She also taught them about cavities and the importance brushing their teeth twice a day. My daughter came home with a new toothbrush,…
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My Baby Eats Butter
I love butter. I schmear it on bread, lather it on pasta, and use it without abandon when making pancakes with the crispiest of edges. But the thought of taking a bite straight off the stick makes me a bit squeamish. My baby, on the other hand, loves it. She requests it by name. “Bubba!…