I play a game with my daughter where I touch her face and blow in it. (I know, it seems mean, but she’s giggled at the face-blowing thing for more than half of her life now.)
Anyhow, she’s gotten so smart that she now prepares for it before my hand even gets to her face… with hilarious results.
Stuff that I've found or want to keep track of.
January 26, 2012
November 28, 2011
Ah. Mazing.
I’ve loved this song since the CD came out.
Also, that punch looks legit.
Born from the fire clean, crawling through the dirt like WAR.
5 years, my mother gave a voice for WAR.
10, I was dead, born again with eyes for WAR.
By 15, hate was the name of my WAR.
Wash me in the river, give me to the pain of LifeWar. LifeWar. Life…
20 years gone, and father told me life was like WAR.
Hands to the bone, 25 years of WAR.
30, I wake to the sound of souls at WAR.
I will pass through, buried with the flag of my WAR.
Wash me in the river, give me to the pain of LifeWar.
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Bye-bye, Tumblr. See you in 40.
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We may not be getting younger. by Emily Lives in a Fairy Tale. on Flickr.
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Playing with Tofu
- Cut a block of extra-firm tofu lengthwise into quarter-inch sheets.
- Have your kids press cookie cutters into the tofu sheets....
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I wish this was pointed out more often.
