Go Ask Daddy About Bullets, Hashtags and Illegal Blocking Schemes

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photo credit: Nukamari via photopin cc

We had to say goodbye to a furry member of the family recently.

I’ll go into it more soon, because Leo deserves his own post. He was Marie’s cat since she was 1. He taught her things I couldn’t on two legs. With his saintlike tolerance and scruffy fur, Leo rarely found reason to hiss and always found reason to show his love for Marie.

Part of the day the girls had to say goodbye to Leo, they worked on crafts, to get their minds off things, Grace said. Paint. Felt. Googly eyes.

Grace gave me a rock painted green and adorned with a felt tail and googly eyes. “I made this for you today, daddy,” she said. “It’s Chewbacca.”

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Go Ask Daddy About Bus Gas, Lost Lobes and Political Ammunition

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photo credit: Miss Mita via photopin cc

How much do you remember from your first birthday?

I’ll venture it’s about as much as I retained from the commencement speech at my high school graduation. That first birthday is for the parents, but it’s important. Especially for your first kid. Milestone, reached. That’s not so vain.

Ashley from The Confessions of a Working Mum brought me back  with her post about the plan for her daughter’s first birthday.

So the bugger can sit up and her head is finally of equal weight to the rest of her body. She’s still a baby – and one that won’t remember this day.

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