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Office Assistant {Wordless Wednesday}

Confession time: I'm taking a course. It's taking all my time. Bloggy neglect ensures. For example, these pictures are all straight off the camera. 

Shut up, whatever. Its better than child neglect. 

Anyway, at least I have a super cute office assistant. 




{Linking up at The Paper Mama, And Then, She Snapped, Prenting By Dummies, Project Alicia, Jenni From The Blog and A Little King and I.}

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My Husband Has Baby Ninja Powers and I'm Pissed About That

Hello, world. I’m here to inform you that I think it’s time for me to rescind my position as Chief Parenting Officer. It appears as though we have a new ninja master on the scene, and I am no match for his baby-wrangling brilliance. 

Basically, Mr. Chef is kicking my ass in the tear-free baby-care department, and I’m totally pissed about this fact.

Let’s review, shall we? So, we had this kid, right, who wouldn’t sleep. For fourteen months, I was getting up every one or two hours to feed her and cajole her back to dreamland. And then Mr. Chef steps in, and within two nights she’s sleeping for long, solid stretches. A week later, SLEEPING THROUGH THE NGITH. With no tears. Efffff. 

I’ve also documented how Stella will pitch an ungodly fit if I try to a) put her to bed, b) get her to go in her stroller or c) cook dinner and / or wash dishes. With my dear husband? Nothing but smiles and unicorns and rainbows. 

Since the my last reporting on the subject, we’ve also discovered that Stella will do the following for Mr. Chef, but not for me:

  • Eat all her lunch without throwing it on the floor or smashing it in her hair (I swear, you guys, she holds her bowl over the floor, looks at me, waits for a ‘no’ and then dumps it. And laughs. I am unreasonably angry about this.)
  • Have her diaper changed without a barrage of toddler slaps (Again. she totally knows that this gets my goat.) 
  • Take a three hour nap. Seriously. Three hours. She usually naps for an hour. One hour. Per day. And I was not there. I was out for “alone time” while my husband “babysat”. Therefore that three hour nap was wasted! The vicious injustice of it all.

This little turn of events problematic for many reasons, not least of which is that now he’ll never believe me when I tell him how difficult life is and that therefore I need a new handbag as compensation. And also, SERIOUSLY, CHILD??? I had a pain-med-free pitocin-addled labour that lasted 24 hours, and THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?? And also: HUSBAND, YOU NEVER READ A SINGLE BABY BOOK HOW COULD YOU BE BETTER AT THIS THAN ME???? WHAT THE WHAT???!!!!??!

Anyway, what I’m trying to say is apparently my husband is a really effing good father. And he knows all the baby secrets. And has ninja powers. But, I kind of knew that long long ago.


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Oh My Word

We interrupt regularly scheduled blogging to bring you an important announcement:


At Starbucks we met an teeny tiny puppy. His owner let Stella hold him. She was so gentle. He licked her fingers. She patted him softly on the head. And then my heart burst. 

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Show and Tell Photo Challenge: Circle




 In a week of rain and fevers, one of the few things that made this girl happy was rides in her ring sling. Which, incidentally, is a circle.



Linking up with Paper Heart Camera for Show and Tell Photo Challenge

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Happy Happy Friday

It was a week of rain, fevers and gloom. Frustration reigned as plans were canceled, vacations postponed, while uncertainty hung oppressively above us.

A typhoon rolled through up North, and suddenly the skies cleared, the humidity vanished, and the sun came out. So, to park! To park! To sea! To beach! To shake off the remnants of a foul mood and clear the way for the coming week. 



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 May your Friday be so happy.


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Thursday, September 22, 2011 at 09:55 PM

So, since this is Stella's 15 month and 21 day birthday, I figure that it is an appropriate time for a Stella update of sorts. Because, you know, I have yet to include one of those on my blog, and well, um....NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT*.

So. Here you go. (I'm pretty sure only my mum will read this. And then, realistically, even that is doubtful.)

Stella Stats

Age: 15 months, 21 days

Height: Tall enough to reach the table

Weight: What? Who weighs their babies? I have no idea. Hopefully heavier than last time

Head Circumfrence: ???????!!?!?!?!!!


Stella Can

  • Charm the pants off of anyone she meets
  • Walk by her self from her bedroom to the living room
  • Say diiiiisssss (where diiiiisssss = this and is a stand-in for ever thing in the whole wide world) and meeeooowwww (which is cat, obvs, and also any four-legged creature. And sometimes birds.)
  • Sign like the dickens (Papi, baby, eat, more, water, cracker, bread, cheese, wind, music, phone {an invented sign} grandmother, grandfather, cat, dog) 
  • Follow basic directions (sit down, go to the high chair, go to Stella's room, let's go outside, put on your shoes, time ot eat etc.)
  • Crawl. Finally. Which she learned from the daycare teachers, AFTER she learned to walk.
  • Scoot like a champ.
  • Throw a ball. 
  • Brush the cat.

Stella Can Not

  • Understand the word "no"
  • Eat a meal without purpousfully dumping things on the floor because she knows this drives me abso batty.
  • Understand that the cat does not appreciate being hit with the brush.
  • Sleep through the nigth. *sadface*
  • Walk by stones whout stopping to pick them up.
  • Go out in public without being told Kawaiiiiiii at least once. 

Stella Loves

  • Avocado. Times a million.
  • Babies. Times infinity.
  • Going outside.
  • Going outside and seeing babies.
  • Playing the park
  • Looking at pictures of her grandparents 
  • Twirrling her hair before she goes to sleep
  • Taking baths
  • Spicy food
  • Wiping the table
  • Even better - wiping food all over the table
  • People who run (HI-LARIOUS)
  • Tickle hands
  • Her mother vaulting over the couch
  • Playing parachute with the bedsheets
  • Kiss attacks
  • Riding in the ring sling (Stella do you want to go for a ride? *Claps*)
  • Her Papi. A lot. So much. You have no idea.

Stella Does Not Love

  • Going to sleep
  • Staying asleep
  • Eating thigns that requrie her to chew
  • Riding in the mei-tai *frownyface*

*Please see this as the vieled excuse for lazy blogging that it is. 

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Small Style, Stroller Style

So, anyway, Stella has a new toy that her Papi brought back from a trip to Canada. And let's just say that the world is now all sunshine and ferries and pink bunny rabbits and rainbows and unicorns and that Stella loves loves loves loves her new toy. 


I let her take her dolly stroller out  for a little spin in front of our building because our tiny little living room is no match for an uncoordinated-newly-walking-dolly-stroller-baby-mama who has yet to grasp the concept of steering. Also still in development: the notion that static objects will not get out of your way if you throw a temper tantrum and pound on them with angry toddler hitting hands. 

Our mini-excursion went really well, garnering a few standard kawaiiiiiiiiis from the neighbours. Smooth sailing until Stella fell over and pinched her thumbs between the pavement and the stroller handle bar. Poor wee lamb. 


And so, I gave her two band-aids and suggested that they accessorise her outfit. She was royally pissed about that. 



All in all, it was a good little outing.


Stella Wore:

Shirt - Cherokee (Thrifted)

Shorts - Unknown (Thrifted)

Shoes - See Kai Run

Neclace - (Model's Own)

Now, head on over to Mama Loves Papa for some very cute little Small Stylers. 


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