A very changeable day. Started cold, middled hot and ended windy (again).
Motherhood means...
...having the opportunity to ponder the imponderables of human existence, like...why the baby wipes are always in the other room.
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Wednesday, 26 March 2008
Motherhood means...No. 4
A very changeable day. Started cold, middled hot and ended windy (again).
Motherhood means...
...having the opportunity to ponder the imponderables of human existence, like...why the baby wipes are always in the other room.
Motherhood means...
...having the opportunity to ponder the imponderables of human existence, like...why the baby wipes are always in the other room.
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Oh man, my mom and dad (the bird photo guy) would both be so jealous of you. They travel to Italy almost once a year, my mom's going alone this year to take pictures for her paintings. I don't know why they don't just sell their home and move there!
Thanks for visiting my blog! I post bird pix every week. My dad would have loved to catch that eagle you saw! - Wednesday, 26 March, 2008
- Gypsy at Heart said...
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Ain't that the case. Another one is, how come I'm always the one who ends up cleaning the poop?
- Wednesday, 26 March, 2008
- Louise | Italy said...
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Same here on the division of nappy-changing labour along gender lines, but my M. does all the cooking, so I will never, ever complain! L
- Thursday, 27 March, 2008
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Oh man, my mom and dad (the bird photo guy) would both be so jealous of you. They travel to Italy almost once a year, my mom's going alone this year to take pictures for her paintings. I don't know why they don't just sell their home and move there!
Thanks for visiting my blog! I post bird pix every week. My dad would have loved to catch that eagle you saw!
Ain't that the case. Another one is, how come I'm always the one who ends up cleaning the poop?
Same here on the division of nappy-changing labour along gender lines, but my M. does all the cooking, so I will never, ever complain! L
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