tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255736632011-10-13T10:39:05.321-04:00Just a little dirt from my Tater Patch.Tater and Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04944181587587425003noreply@blogger.comBlogger601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25573663.post-17008369657882966772009-06-17T00:56:00.004-04:002009-06-17T01:25:55.933-04:00

...how amazing you are right now.You are almost two. Two? I cannot believe that the time has gone by so fast. I blinked and missed it.You are always into something. Trash, diapers, running, food, plants, running, mail, crayons, drawers, running, running, running! You are the definition of mischief. And tantrums. And smiles. And cute. You talk quite a bit and are beginning to put sentences

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...what I don't want to forget today.You are 4. You are rotten. The end.You call yourself the medium sister. No "middle" for you and you in no way fit the middle child mold. Your brownish blonde hair is unkempt and your bangs are always too long. Your eyes are big and as brown as chocolate and look just like your daddy's. You have the biggest toothy smile I have ever seen and it literally takes

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...what you are like right this moment.You are newly six. Your hair is past your shoulders and your smile is contagious. Snaggle-toothed, but definitely contagious. You lost your first two bottom baby teeth and like to tell everyone you meet. Your baby sister knocked you the other morning and now you swear that the top one is loose, too. You were thrilled with the tooth fairy and want her to come

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2 Chronicles 7:1414 if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land.

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Earlier today, Tater needed my help. She brought me two pieces of the tool set that PaTato had bought for his girls, which were tightly screwed together with the big plastic screws. She had tried and tried to unscrew them with her hands, but they were stuck. She asked for my help, but they wouldn't budge. She asked if I wanted her to bring a screwdriver from the set to help get them apart, and I

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When you buy something similar to these...And then hear Tater say this:"Tot - don't clean up all the dirt. Save some for me!!" You realize that $1.68 (x2) buys a lot more than you ever expected.

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Let me preface this story by telling you that Sunday, in general, is the hardest day of the week for my little family. It is the only day of the week that we all have to be at the same place at the same time. It's hard to get three wee ones ready from head to toe, and I normally have nothing to wear. It is the day when it seems like our house shrinks at least in half, and anything that can go

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As you may or may not know, my baby #3 is here. As a matter of fact, she's been here for almost 5 months. She is the best baby in the world, and she absolutely makes me want to have more. My husband, however, rejects that memo every time I try and send it to him.Here's the problem. If you look closely, you will notice that the name of this blog is Tater and Tot. Now, I could call her "And". But

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It's been a while, I know.As much as I've wanted to write over the past few months, I've been having a real struggle with trying to figure out what I'm supposed to do with myself. I love being a wife and mother. I love being involved with my church and my family.And I love to write.I want to write.Desperately.But I'm stuck. I'm stuck and I don't know which way to go. I have been feeling over the

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My best friend of 25 years posted pictures of us on her site. They are wonderful! Check out our friendship chronicle here - and leave her a comment to let her know that you stopped by!

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To let you know that She's Here!Baby Spud #3 was born on September 4th, 2007 via scheduled C-section.She weighed 8 pounds 1.8 ounces and was 20 inches long.She is healthy, happy, and HERE!!Tater and Tot are beyond excited to be big sisters! They love their new little sister with such force that I am truly blown away!Lack of sleep and breastfeeding are certainly taking a toll, but we are blessed

Tater and Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04944181587587425003noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25573663.post-33281782918197322732007-05-03T14:46:00.000-04:002007-05-03T15:10:56.471-04:00

Tracey from one of my new favorite reads, Notes from a Cottage Industry, tagged me for a fun meme that I thought I would do. By the way - please go check her out - she is sooo neat and has some of the cutest things and neatest ideas. I truly would like to move into her cottage. Or better yet, have her move into mine and make it cute!So the rules are this: I need to list 7 weird things about

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Shannon at Rocks in My Dryer has asked that this WFMW be the car edition! Click on her link above to find out everyone's clever car tips! I guess the only car tip I have to share would be the summer-time tote that I keep in the back of my mini van. I use one of those mesh-springy-toy-cubes that you can get at Wal-Mart, but anything will work just fine. In this mesh-springy-toy-cube I keep

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Many of you commented that you were looking forward to finding out some of my other uses for the Sterilite Rolling Cart - so here's another to add to your list.The Barbie Cart -Thanks to Santa and a host of relatives, Tater and Tot got their first round of Barbie and associated paraphernalia for Christmas this past December. Now while I was totally excited with Santa and his choice of the Barbie

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So, today is the day that I have to make a confession. Well, two confessions. Everyone here knows that I have a 2 year old and a 3 year old, right? That's not the confession.No, wait. I have an almost 3 year old and an almost 4 year old. That's better. Still, not the confession.So, I have an almost 3 year old and an almost 4 year old - and neither of them are potty trained. There. Those are the

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It's that time of the week again - to find out what Works for Me! This week I want to highlight one of my favorite products in the world - the Sterilite Drawer Carts. Oh my, oh my, I use these for so many different things. I have decided, however, that instead of using up all of my potential WFMW drawer cart posts , I'll just pick one of my uses for them. This week - the Art Cart. My girls, like

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Answer: A poodle of tears. I mean a puddle of tears.Have you all seen these Pedigree Adoption Commercials? They KILL me! "I know how to sit, how to fetch, and how to roll over. What I don't know is how I ended up in here..." OH. MY. GOOD. GRIEF! Have you met little Oliver? He's a good dog and he just wants to go home. I cry Every.Single.Time.But, wait, there is good news. The newest commercial

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A friend showed me this the other night, and I couldn't help but share it with you all. It gets me so tickled! If this doesn't make you start your weekend with a smile on your face, I just don't know what will. Enjoy!

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This is my first Wednesday jumping on board the Works-For-Me Wednesday train, but seeing as it is so fun to read, I just can't help but join in. Today's topic is kitchen tips, and I have one that really works for me.We love to use tongs in our kitchen, but sometimes the springy-openess (fun - new word!) of them really gets in the way when trying to store them. So...an empty paper towel roll (just

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I threw dinner in the crock pot earlier this afternoon, and the smell is absolutely wonderful! I just can't help but share the recipe with you all...Creamy Italian Chicken2-4 Boneless Skinless Chicken Breasts (I use frozen)1 packet Good Seasonings Italian Dressing and Recipe Mix1/4 cup water1 can cream of chicken soup1 8oz. block cream cheesePut chicken breasts, dressing mix, and water in crock

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I obviously haven't been posting regularly for the past few months, and was wondering if you all have played detective to figure out why...Did you:think that I was trying out the new hair treatment on all of my friends and family? think that I was working undercover to bust more criminals? think that I was on the hunt for my favorite shoes? think I was unwrapping my bathroom? wonder if I was

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Okay, so it's official. I'm a bad mom. It's 10:30. It's late, late, waaaayyy late, and my kids are still up. Tater is trying with all of her might to keep her eyes open. She had no nap today and has been up since before her four hours of preschool. She just laid down in the floor because she may not make it for another moment on this side of awake. Tot is full of rambunctious energy; laughing,

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For the both of you (daddy & Becky) who check here every day to see if I've come out of my writer's block cave (I haven't), I have something fun to share! The Mother of All Memes has come to an end. Mrs. Chicken has posted the last chapter of this epic tale - and it's a doozy! You can check it out here. Enjoy!

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And by nothing I mean something. Something really big, as a matter of fact. My great friend Mrs. Chicken over at Chicken and Cheese has a brain child which is The Mother of All Memes. She started a story of fiction, and passed it along. Each person who receives it adds their part and passes to the next. Kind of like "100 Bottles of Beer on the Wall" but without the beer. Or the wall.Anyway,

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Well, if you haven't already noticed the gigantic Christmas button in my sidebar, look at it now. I'll wait.Done? Okay.I happened across this the other day, and just couldn't resist this fabulous opportunity to invite everyone over to look at my Christmas decorations! So on the 15th (or 16th, or January, whenever you feel like it) stop by and take a look around. I have lots of trees. Lots. And

Tater and Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04944181587587425003noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25573663.post-1165538718530056112006-12-07T19:27:00.000-05:002007-03-27T19:50:43.082-04:00

Overheard in the kitchen during hot dog dinner preparation:Dad: Tater, do you want sauerkraut?Tater: No, I don't like salad crap!You can't make this stuff up. Seriously.

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Once upon a time,There was a blogger who wished that, on a day like today, her writing was anonymous.So she could rant, rave, moan, complain, and live happily ever after.The end.

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Dear Santa,I know it's a little early, and usually this letter writing tradition is saved for the children, but I just can't help it. I think that I've been really, really, really sort of good this year, and want you to be the first to see my Christmas list. So, Santa, here are the things that I deserve want under my tree on the 25th.1. A dishwasher. No, not the machine, I already have that. I

Tater and Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04944181587587425003noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25573663.post-1164685884458372252006-11-27T22:30:00.000-05:002007-03-27T19:34:36.028-04:00

Since so many of you (read: 4) have been pining for a recipe from the Queen of the Crockpot, I'll oblige and share one of the simplest recipes EVAH!! Can you say 3 ingredients?Chicken and GravyBoneless Skinless Chicken Breasts (frozen or fresh)Cream of Chicken or Cream of Mushroom soup (1 family size or 2 small cans - or more if you like lots of gravy)1 Envelope Dry Onion soup MixDump all of that

Tater and Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04944181587587425003noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25573663.post-1164044983001481772006-11-20T12:34:00.000-05:002007-03-27T19:36:12.637-04:00

Mrs. Chicken, the Questor that she is, posted a link for an online personality test, and I thought to myself, "Self, why don't you jump on over there and take it yourself?" So I did.Now, as I sit and write to tell you what kind of personality I have, I am actually listening to the song "The Entertainer". I think that in the spirit of all things punny, you, too, should listen as you read. Click on

Tater and Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04944181587587425003noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25573663.post-1163663322585038872006-11-19T16:56:00.000-05:002007-03-27T19:38:33.265-04:00

So, according to Mr. Bing,"You've got to accentuate the positiveEliminate the negative Latch on to the affirmativeDon't mess with Mister In-Between."So, in an attempt to eliminate the negative, I bring you 10 things I like about me...1. I'm a good mom.2. I'm quite level headed.3. I can decorate a Bea-Utiful Christmas Tree.4. Although I'm certainly not the best, I do like that I like to write. (

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I want you to hold on tight to those that you love.Wives, go hug your husbands.Husbands, please kiss your wives.Mommies, tell your babies just how much you love them. And look at them smile. And smile back.Right now.She was 29. She had two sons. She wrote of a funny conversation on October 27th that she had with her youngest in the car. She had an adoring husband. They had just renewed their vows

Tater and Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04944181587587425003noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25573663.post-1163185239575919032006-11-10T13:10:00.000-05:002007-03-27T19:38:33.266-04:00

Thanks to my great friend Karen over at Mommy's Dirty Little Secret, I have been memed. I have been asked to list for you 10 things I hate about me. Only 10? Are you serious? Okay, here goes...1. My post-pregnancy-2-babies-in-14-months-one-of-which-was-"blessed"-with-polyhydramnios stomach.2. My smart mouth.3. My big butt.4. My lack of patience.5. My quick temper. (Not to be confused

Tater and Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04944181587587425003noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25573663.post-1163043334776619322006-11-08T22:21:00.000-05:002007-03-27T19:42:43.792-04:00

Yes, dear readers, it is a sad day in November. What is this world coming to? What are these people thinking? Now many of you may be so excited that you feel like shouting from the rooftops, while others may in a deep depression and feel like everything you know has failed you.I must say, that I am in total shock. I know, I know, many of you saw this coming. But listen, I keep up with the

Tater and Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04944181587587425003noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25573663.post-1162613660205659502006-11-03T23:03:00.000-05:002007-03-27T19:44:08.041-04:00

So...I went to the doctor yesterday and he said I was sick.Ha.I have infection somewhere. It could be in my sinuses, my throat, or my right ear. He thinks it could be the same germ as the girls, so he gave me an antibiotic, some cough syrup with codeine, told me to take Musinex and Advil. Although I am feeling a little better, I'm now pumped up with meds that make me tired. So, I have nothing

Tater and Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04944181587587425003noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25573663.post-1162445781079764182006-11-02T00:15:00.000-05:002007-03-27T19:44:08.042-04:00

...of being sick and tired.I must say that it really stinks to be a SAHM and be sick. I have spent pretty much the entire day passed out on the couch, feverish, coughing, eyes burning, and trying not to swallow because my throat hurts so bad. Now, that would stink if you were any kind of mom, working or not. The problem lies wherein my children are home with me and know that I am sick, and

Tater and Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04944181587587425003noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25573663.post-1162276338581059352006-10-31T01:19:00.000-05:002007-03-27T19:50:43.083-04:00

This is a true story.I am sick. Sick, sick, sick. I am so sick, in fact, that I can't talk. I can only squeak and whisper. This is not fun. It hurts to talk, and no one can hear me.The girls are sick. Sick, sick, sick. I took them to the doctor this morning and they were both diagnosed with bronchitis and prescribed an antibiotic. This is not fun. They are dazed and confused, and no one can hold

Tater and Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04944181587587425003noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25573663.post-1161929940129866182006-10-27T01:06:00.000-04:002007-03-27T19:45:36.281-04:00

Dear Miss Carry,I don't even know where to begin. I don't know what to say to you. Who do you think you are? Who are you to come into my life and my family -quietly, slowly, deliberately - and take something that doesn't belong to you?Why don't you leave? You have come and taken what you have wanted - so why are you still here? Every where I turn, every where I look, every time I try and turn my

Tater and Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04944181587587425003noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25573663.post-1161235903018952852006-10-19T01:24:00.000-04:002007-03-27T19:45:36.282-04:00

Here I am. That's really all that I can think of to say right now. I've been away for 4 months. I've had some changes in my life; changes that I will talk about soon, just not right now. I have been drawn back to this world of mom blogs - life blogs really. I first came back by lurking, then by commenting, and now by attempting to restart this thing that I once enjoyed immensely. I hope to return

Tater and Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04944181587587425003noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25573663.post-1151079691175935962006-06-23T11:54:00.000-04:002007-03-27T19:45:36.282-04:00

I don't know about you, but every time I'm pregnant, it seems as though my mind goes in 55 different directions. With that being said, this post will reflect the randomness of my mind.I should be packing for vacation. We are leaving this afternoon, and I still have tons left to do. Instead, I am sitting and reading and typing. And dry heaving. Fun times!My doctor's appointment on Tuesday went

Tater and Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04944181587587425003noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25573663.post-1150728253150387702006-06-19T10:29:00.000-04:002007-03-27T19:45:36.283-04:00

Okay, here are the stats. 18 visitors. 3 days. 2 comments*. 1 uncool 7th grader sitting at the lunch table all alone.I just assumed that after posting this, I would receive a little more fanfare from my Blogdom Junior High classmates and teachers. But instead, I'm the slightly overweight, new girl from the county schools, transfer at a really bad time, have no friends, un-cool girl sitting back

Tater and Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04944181587587425003noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25573663.post-1150472285828834952006-06-16T11:27:00.000-04:002007-03-27T19:45:36.283-04:00

Question of the day...What do all of these seemingly unrelated things have in common?Oh no, dear friends, your eyes are not playing tricks on you. The + sign in the window on the left and the - in the window on the right , as far as I can tell, = only one thing. There is a hint of a tiny tater root growing in my tummy!Now, let me quickly tell you what the above list of items have in common.

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Okay, I’m here to try and finish this smelly story. When we last spoke of the shampoo memories of 2004, I was talking about the imminent birth of one little Tot. After those 2 or so weeks in the hospital, my husband walked around my bed and kissed me goodbye so he could go home for the evening. And, yep, you guessed it, my water finally broke. And when I say broke, I mean BROKE! For around 45

Tater and Tothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04944181587587425003noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25573663.post-1149918041966778222006-06-10T01:15:00.000-04:002007-03-27T19:53:28.248-04:00

Just kidding. I didn't really forget. Like Anonymous said in a comment from the last post (obviously not one of my parents) I have been incredibly busy with our Vacation Bible School at church. What a wonderful experience it has been! I was the 1st and 2nd grade teacher, along with one co-teacher, and we had 30 kids almost every night. Thirty loud, sweaty, smelly, talkative, and did I say loud?

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Where was I? Oh, yes. The shampoo.At my early 30 something week ultrasound, it was found that I had too much amniotic fluid. My doctor told me I had polyhydramnios. A normal amniotic fluid index (AFI) is between 5cm and 25cm. That day my AFI measured 46cm. My doctor was a little concerned to say the least. Well, I, having no knowledge of polyhydramnios (or polly, as I like to call her), did what

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Well, I have to say that Amy over at Chicken and Cheese just happens to be one of my favorite mama bloggers in the whole world! She was the first to Blogroll me, taught me how to put links in a post (which I find incredibly fun), then the first to actually link me in a post, and now she is the first to meme me. So a toast to Amy - my blog mentor - and a fabulous writer! Please go check her

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There is nothing like the sound of your husband saying “I do” at the alter or your baby’s first attempt at “mama.” Nothing could replace seeing the 10 tiny fingers and 10 tiny toes of your children for the first time. There is nothing more delicious than wedding cake being stuffed into your mouth or the taste of sticky mashed banana kisses. And what could possibly feel better than you husband’s

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To all of my adoring fans (yeah, right),I know that you all are so dissapointed that I haven't posted one of my quick witted, yet emotionally gripping posts in a few days (yeah, right). So since you all are worried sick about me and my family (yeah, right), I thought I would just post a quick note letting you know that all is well, and you can sleep easier tonight (yeah, right). I have had a

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Yes, today is my birthday (for at least 19 more minutes, anyway) and I got the best present from my Tater and my Tot......MY DOWNSTAIRS BATHROOM!! Just what I've always wanted!And they even wrapped it themselves!Thanks girls, this is the best Birthday Potty I've ever had!Love,Your old Mommy

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Well, tomorrow is the big day. My Tater is turning 3. Do you remember when you were a little kid, and it took three forevers for your birthday to come? How it seemed like no matter how hard you tried or how early you went to bed each night, tomorrow just never came quickly enough? I do. I remember how I just couldn’t wait for the expiration date on the milk jug to be a day or two after my

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Well, it started out as any other day. We got up, had breakfast, and got dressed. For you see, today we have some errands to run. A trip by the church to drop something off, a stop at the bank, and a quick run to the Wal-Mart. Everything is going fine. I wish that it had occured to me that it was going to be THAT kind of morning. I brushed my teeth, pulled up my hair, gathered the girls' things

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Yes, I most certainly do. I have to. I don't have a choice. I know it's dirty, but I just can't find a way around it. Every time I turn around there is something new to see. And then I think it's all over, but I have to look just one more time. I can't stop. No matter how hard I try. I mean, just last night I saw two brand new pair of denim capris. This morning it was a really cute one

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The following is brought to you by our resident theologian, Tater, who is dressed in the traditional scholar attire: a princess Pull-Up, Sunday sandals on the wrong feet, a plastic fireman's hat, and a pink passie. She is curled in a ball on the bottom shelf of my end table telling me that she is a puppy, and she is "twying to sweep." I'm not sure, but this may be a part of the studying

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My favorite things about springtime…* warm weather* the smell of rain* sidewalk chalk on sidewalk, hands, faces, and clothes* blowing bubbles* the smell of sweaty kids* shoes that do not have to be tied* picnics* short sleeves and bare legs* more daylight* supper on the porch* open windows* bruised shins* strawberry stained fingers* the smell of freshly cut grass* squeals of delight over

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Did I mention that my mom (Nana) told me today that when she was holding Tot yesterday, her hair smelled like pee? Not Nana's hair, Tot's hair. I don't remember her or anyone else peeing on her head. Could I possibly have missed this rather obvious event? Just wondering - is that any sort of reflection of my parenting abilities? Do all moms come to a point when they can't smell the pee infused

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...not being able to keep anything on your kitchen counters? You know, crazy things like pieces of fruit or packs of gum. Although I'm sure that somewhere along the way a clever mom thought "Gee, a flat, raised, mostly clean surface....maybe I could place some of the kitchen items I use on a regular basis on them, or perhaps even eating goods that do not need refrigeration."What a novel idea.Too

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Just a quick update...we just got back Monday night from a long weekend near D.C. We spent Sunday at the National Zoo, and had a great time. Tater and Tot loved all of the animals - and the popcorn! Tater was so excited, and made a cute list of what she wanted to see. She used her little fingers to make sure I knew she wanted to see the "monkeys and wions." I made sure we got to those or I

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I need a break. Just in case you were wondering, today is a Scenerio 1 day. Say a prayer and wish me luck. I'm going to go try to potty in peace. We'll see.Until next time,Tater's (who has on no clothes and who continues to steal grapes from the refrigerator) and Tot's (who has cried more than anything and keeps getting hurt) Mommy

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Well, after much pondering, I have decided to blog. B-L-O-G...it seems as though everyone's doing it. I just Googled mom blogs, and can not believe how many mom's are out there putting their stories on line. Worth a shot I guess. I'm sure that there has been research done, and probably a very intelligent reason why mothers are attracted to blogging their daily lives. Perhaps it is because

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