When I was a kid, all my friends had Cabbage Patch dolls with cute disposable diapers.  My doll was a knock-off, purchased with guilded intentions by my father with money given him by my grandma.  Never send a middle-aged man to do a consumer-capitalist-child's job, I guess, but at any rate, my doll had a cloth diaper.  Her head also fell off frequently and after a report that some counterfit dolls were stuffed with kerosene-soaked rags, I was forbidden from sleeping with her.  No, not traumatic or anything.  Ha ha ha.  And not to mention that I think the guilt (both of getting me a f

Ever have one of those days?  I have them from time to time.  This past week was really quite good.  IT went down hill though.  There were several nice/funny moments today, like when my elder daughter (remember, she is about 2.8 now) said, "Everyone in my family has funny noses."  Which, between his wide flaring one and my sloping, Slovak one, is pretty much indisputable, we do have funny noses.  I actually laughed at that.  There were a few nice moments when my younger daughter and I were playing the game my mom plays with her which involves bending and straightin

Day to day reality here involves going out just about every weekday morning with my two daughters (ages 5mo and 2years 10months as I write this), hoping they both fall asleep on the drive back home, scurring to try to "accomplish something" (be it housework, work towards my childbirth ed certification, sewing, reading or showering)before my spouse gets home (he happens to be a he).  Spouse usually fixes up dinner, and puts my elder daughter to bed while I nurse the younger down and/or do laundry.  With luck we both remain awake long enough to