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A Bug and her Baggins: They can, but I can't.
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Friday, July 18, 2014. They can, but I can't. 1 Expressing every passing thought out loud, even if that thought interrupts a current thought. Hey Mama, I want to go to Grammy's house because LOOK A KITTY! 2 Lacking the emotional regulation to respond to even mundane suggestions with anything other than near-hysterical energy. Who wants to go downstairs? Mr Baggins, hopping up and down, flapping his arms wildly:. Me me me me! Bug, while eating a picnic lunch:. Ok Go ahead and lick it off. Also: a desire t...
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A Bug and her Baggins: Doogie is born, part two.
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Wednesday, December 31, 2014. Doogie is born, part two. I’ve heard that the Eskimo people have dozens of words for snow. I don’t know if it is true, but it makes sense that something with which you are very familiar would lead to very specific descriptive terms for what seem like minute details. Maybe it is because the experience was new and unfamiliar to me, then, that I seem to lack adequate vocabulary words to describe birthing my third baby. Painful. Obviously, and certainly intense,. All at once, my...
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A Bug and her Baggins: Papa
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Wednesday, February 26, 2014. It wasn’t exactly a tender grandfather-granddaughter bonding moment. In fact, he didn’t offer me ONE SINGLE WORD of wisdom or life lessons. Last Friday night, my Papa died. It was inconceivable that he look the least bit disheveled. Other. People look disheveled. Papa looks perfectly composed, pressed shirt tucked in and slacks perfectly ironed and belted, and he smells of Drakkar Noir. Though I had single-handedly dosed his medications—blood pressure, anti-coagulation...
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A Bug and her Baggins: July 2014
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Friday, July 18, 2014. They can, but I can't. 1 Expressing every passing thought out loud, even if that thought interrupts a current thought. Hey Mama, I want to go to Grammy's house because LOOK A KITTY! 2 Lacking the emotional regulation to respond to even mundane suggestions with anything other than near-hysterical energy. Who wants to go downstairs? Mr Baggins, hopping up and down, flapping his arms wildly:. Me me me me! Bug, while eating a picnic lunch:. Ok Go ahead and lick it off. Also: a desire t...
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A Bug and her Baggins: Bandie
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Wednesday, May 20, 2015. Today I stacked 3 thin gold bracelets on my wrist. They all belonged to my grandmother. My Bandie always wore bracelets, the tiny gold chains tumbling down her wrists when she propped herself up on her elbow in bed. That's how I think of her, mostly. Comfortably reclined in her nightgown and housecoat, adorned in gold and sparkly things. Sometimes I forget for a minute that Bandie died. I couldn't attend any of the services or cry at her funeral. She passed at home withou...Bandi...
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A Bug and her Baggins: May 2015
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Wednesday, May 20, 2015. Today I stacked 3 thin gold bracelets on my wrist. They all belonged to my grandmother. My Bandie always wore bracelets, the tiny gold chains tumbling down her wrists when she propped herself up on her elbow in bed. That's how I think of her, mostly. Comfortably reclined in her nightgown and housecoat, adorned in gold and sparkly things. Sometimes I forget for a minute that Bandie died. I couldn't attend any of the services or cry at her funeral. She passed at home withou...Bandi...
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A Bug and her Baggins: January 2014
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Monday, January 27, 2014. Worth a thousand words: Cabin Edition. Also, I cheated and just now posted a similiar picture-filled post from Christmas here. Mommy blogger fail.). Wednesday, January 22, 2014. Spring Projects: The Stinky Room. See some other house upgrades here. There is a large bedroom in the basement of our house that we have not-so-lovingly referred to since we moved in as 'the stinky room.' This moniker was decided upon based on the following criteria: the room smelled really bad. We have ...
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A Bug and her Baggins: December 2014
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Wednesday, December 31, 2014. Doogie is born, part two. I’ve heard that the Eskimo people have dozens of words for snow. I don’t know if it is true, but it makes sense that something with which you are very familiar would lead to very specific descriptive terms for what seem like minute details. Maybe it is because the experience was new and unfamiliar to me, then, that I seem to lack adequate vocabulary words to describe birthing my third baby. Painful. Obviously, and certainly intense,. All at once, my...
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A Bug and her Baggins: March 2014
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Monday, March 24, 2014. Spring projects: The Back Door. The truth is that I forgot to take a picture before I cleaned it up really well and started painting the top half, so you only get the bottom part of the door for reference. Also, imagine it dirtier.). Now, I love me a good door (see the front door transformation here. So a change was in order. Here's the total before and after look. What do you think? Thursday, March 13, 2014. Let's not talk about them right now! The worst offender, by far, was the...
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A Bug and her Baggins: February 2015
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Tuesday, February 24, 2015. Hot sill-ull (and my cake! Last night around 10:30, I found myself raiding my mother's pantry in search of a stray boxed cake mix. SOMEONE in our house is turning 3 today, and while I planned to make a tasty cake in a few days when we celebrate his birthday with family members, the little squirt conned me into a last minute addition. Every day for a week or so before his birthday, I asked him what he wanted to eat on his special day. "MY CAKE! He is witty with a wicked sense o...
