Thaw before reheating.
{ 2005 01 24 }
Now that I am a parent, I’ve found that I say the strangest things. I’m compiling a list. Here is what I’ve got so far:
— His poop is getting poopier.
— Cat food is not for babies.
— We’re not going to play in the toliet right now.
— Where are your pants?
— Don’t eat the buttpaste!
— Did you eat your sock?
— Did you feel his butt?
— He’s learning from the cats.
— You can tear the cover off this.
— Plastic bottles are the best toys.
— Put your finger in his diaper.
Posted by holly on Monday, January 24th, 2005, at 12:49 pm, and filed under Uncategorized.
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Regular dishes on life in New Orleans, historic home renovation, raising kids, completing a PhD, travel near and far, global concerns, and health issues.
You know the story, right? International health... work all over the place... drag my kids around in sacks through villages in Central America... yadda yadda. I decided to go for another degree, so in 2004 we moved to New Orleans with no intention of staying. Then Katrina. And then *blink*blink* New Orleans is a completely different place and we just can't leave. Suddenly I'm on TV talking about immigrants and health and Paul is starting a company. Or two. His side is high-tech, mine is community health and our lives are yearly evacuation, regular celebrations, and nonstop work here, there, and everywhere. Our door is always open. I only ask that if you decide to go ahead and make yourself that mint julep, you make one for me, too.
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