kids

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As I was sitting there in the delivery room, waiting the arrival of her first baby, Paul, I couldn’t help but think back to when we were just a couple of kids, sitting on the dock, wearing our matching swimsuits and hoping the boys across the lake would notice us. We’ve been best friends since 3rd grade. I also couldn’t help but think about how adoption was becoming more appealing by the minute.

Paul will always be special not only cus he’s my best friend’s first born, but also the first born of any of my friends. It’s been quite incredible watching my bff transition into a mother. And it’s clear to me now that some people are just born for it.

Poor Paul, he’s had my camera in his face ALOT. It doesn’t hurt that he’s probably the sweetest, happiest, cutest, most fabulous child with the biggest, bluest eyes ever in the Tri-state area. This is a variable statement, of course, since my children are yet to be born. So, you know. And someday, I’ll be his cool aunt Brit that brings him over a platter of cupcakes and sets him straight when it comes to the ladies.

Little Paul is almost 3 now. These are some pictures I took of him last fall, but I never put them on this blog. Um, he lives in the middle of nowhere. And he likes tractors a lot. The two facts are probably correlated.

Wait, what? How did the cat sneak in there?

We were playing, “Uh oh, where’s Paul? We can’t find him with all these pumpkins?!”

Then we went inside where I learned some very valuable lessons about 2 year-olds.

Like how there’s no point in putting anything in the snack mix besides white chocolate chips.

Or having carpet.

Or bringing said snack mix in the car. Unless you want a car seat full of snack mix.

But seriously, love that kid. And those eyes.

P.S. Those eyes are unedited. That’s how awesome they are.

 

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Fun Fair = A Loose Interpretation Of Both Fun And Fair

Confessions July 14, 2011
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I don’t know if you’ve ever been to a fair or not. Here in the Midwest, fairs are kind of a big deal. It’s all the farmers and corn and cows and stuff. Thus, I have very specific expectations in mind when a “fair” is involved. There needs to be a hint of funnel cakes [...]

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Lessons In Awkwardness: Featuring My Dad

Confessions March 22, 2011
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So I may have mentioned my dad a time or two on this site. In case you aren’t familiar, here is a brief summary: Here’s the thing with my parents. My mom can’t turn a computer on and is still holding to her guns that The Internets will become the downfall of society. My dad [...]

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Blunt Bites: The Girl Who Taught Me More Than High School

Blunt Bites March 14, 2011
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[ DISCLAIMER: Blunt Bites break away from my normal, detailed laugh-out-loud (right?) posts. They are like snapshots of a significant part of my life. Sometimes, they're serious. Sometimes, they're funny. But they're always gonna be delicious. Yum. ] It was my very first day of work, and you offered me some of your lunch even though you [...]

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Am I Too Late For A Thanksgiving Post?

Confessions January 21, 2010
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Your guess is as good as mine why two “loving parents” would allow their only daughter to eat corn on the cob directly off a dirty picnic table. Or to wear that Little House On The Prairie getup, that was clearly too small. I was going to title this post: That Time I Tried To Run [...]

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Dear Santa, Those Xanax Weren’t For You

Family Matters December 26, 2009
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When I was young, my mom used to always shovel blueberries down my throat, whilst telling me that with every bite I was prolonging my lifespan and thwarting off cancer. Apparently, they were rumored to have the most antioxidants of anything on the earth. That was, until, the pomegranate phenomenon spread like STD wildfire throughout the country and caused my mom to [...]

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So I Fell Asleep In A Few Bible Classes

Relationships November 4, 2009
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“The magic of first love is our ignorance that it will never end.” You know I thought boys had cooties til I was about 17, right?  Up until that point, I viewed them only as despicable creatures sent to this earth as God’s punishment to Eve. It’s possible I fell asleep in a few Bible [...]

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Open Letter: Dear Liar Liar, Your Pants Are Burnt To A Crisp

Confessions August 28, 2009
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My life began in a unicorn-filled meadow, where I was fed cinnamon rolls for dinner and had sweet dreams of hot pink, glitter-filled balloons. The only thing I remember getting in trouble for was not finishing a satisfying amount of cinnamon rolls by my mother’s standard-a burden which nearly broke me.  But it was my unlikely cross to bear. Each night, I painted the neighborhood [...]

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Chances Are, I’m A Pervert

Confessions August 1, 2009
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Today, while at a routine stop at the Goodwill, I put these three items on the counter.  They were exactly what I was looking for. We don’t have the time nor resources to get into the logistics of exactly why I needed this combination of items, but one could assume that I’m a third degree pervert who is [...]

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You Big, Fat, Fake Smart Person

Confessions July 22, 2009
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Speaking of things I collect, I may have mentioned it briefly in the masterpiece entitled How To Live The Best Fake Life You Can Imagine, or several times thereafter, that I collect books.  I don’t read them, as much as I like to give the impression that I do, while underhandedly using them strictly for decorating props.  I [...]

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