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December 7, 2011

Lesson learned: stay home

Pretty much everyday I decide it's too much trouble to leave the house with our two girls and go anywhere without help. Today was the confirmation of that feeling. We were at the library long enough to do a puzzle and change Mimi's diaper before Ellie slipped off a chair and busted her lip on the table. Shitty. I rushed our group and pile of things to the bathroom, used a paper towl to stop the blood, and even though Ellie seemed pretty okay, I decided her bloodstained shirt was too much for the Picturebook Room.  We got home fast and promises of a popsicle were enough to help Ellie forget about the pain. So here she is Cheese-ing for the camera as payment for the smoothie-pop. Bloodspattered shirt and busted lip.

December 4, 2011


We eat an exact sh*t-ton of pizza. We used to make homemade 'za (and crust) once a week. Since having Ellie we have resorted to take-out "pies." Lately we've broken from the major, national chains and have tested nearby, regional ones in our so-called "Tour de Westerville [Pizzarias]." I keep telling myself I want to get back to making our homemade awesomeness again and today turned out to be my chance to make that challenge a reality. So here I am, posing with my Miller High Life, whippin' up some dough. Hopefully I'll make a ton of crust that will go into our freezer, and maybe even a few pizzas to freeze, too.

Good Life, GoooooooOOOOOOOO!!!!

Morning (Part II)

First flavor: sweet potato