Life in the Pitts

This one time, I peed on a stick...

2012-02-21T18:11:00.000-05:00

One night in October, I woke up from a dead sleep and thought, "Oh my gosh, what day is it??!" Heart pounding, I ran around opening boxes until I found my pregnancy tests.

I was in shock.

But not too in shock to write on my hand and take pictures.

I might have cried.

He had no idea.

He slept right through the flash.

My new tattoo. (kidding)

This is how I told Kurt the next day.

He came home, and our polar bear had a new baby.

I hid this card under the new baby bear

And a digital (read: expensive) pregnancy test under the momma bear

He was beyond surprised.

But also happy :)

♥

And then I stepped on the scale...

2012-02-15T12:18:00.000-05:00

I gained like 1 lb on this trip! Sooo need to hit the gym!

Made of love and magic.

2012-02-14T13:20:00.005-05:00

"Hey Kurt, I left you a muffin!"

"Wait, weren't there 9 of them this morning?"

"...I don't want to talk about it."

Happy Valentines Day everybody. Especially Kurt. I love you more than muffins.

(almost)

Just a little midnight snack...

2012-02-13T08:44:00.000-05:00

You have a weird Kidney. But wow, your Pancreas is beautiful!

2012-02-10T08:00:00.000-05:00

Remember that creepy kidney? The one is my abdomen? It's fully functional! And not in my pelvis!

I never thought it was, but in an effort to reassure me, the renal ultrasound technician started telling me about all the weird kidneys she has seen over the years.

And a lot of them are in people's pelvises.

I feel like things would get a little cramped down there...

Also? She said this:

"You have a weird Kidney. But wow, your Pancreas is beautiful!"

I wasn't sure how to feel. Flattered? Worried? Both?

I took it as a compliment.

Now, I just need to find some pancreas-flattering clothes. Because if you've got it, flaunt it. Right?

I'm cooking you a lobster in that shack right now.

2012-02-08T19:14:00.000-05:00

That surprise cruise Kurt took me on? Was awesome.

We decided to just go to the beach in Cozumel. But we were intercepted by a very determined Mayan tour leader. "I am not Mexican. I am Mayan. So you can trust me."

(...apparently there are some political/social issues going on here that I wasn't aware of.)

He convinced us that snorkling would be a much better choice. And for half of the price that it was offered through the cruise ship. We tried to say no, but in the end, he was a very good salesman.

We also bought a tiny little mexican dress, in case we ever have a daughter :) Kurt was a hard sell on this one. "what if we only have boys, Helena? What then??"

"Then they will wear cute dresses. A little boy in a dress is better than no dress at all."

But when I talked them down from $12 to $10, even he had to agree that it was a good deal.

Plus I let him pick it out.

We never did make it to the beach.

In Grand Cayman, we booked a local tour to Stingray City.

Kurt was a little bit terrified "What about Steve Irwin??" but in the end they won him over.

They were so friendly and soft and we did not die.

Then we snorkeled

(even more beautiful than in Cozumel)

By the way, Grand Cayman? Was originally named Tortuga. Yeah, that Tortuga. As in, Pirates of the Caribbean.

(I almost left Kurt for this sexy, smelly man)

And in Jamaica, I was determined to hit up a beach. Last time we were there, we docked in Ocho Rios, and there was a beach you could walk to from the pier.

But this time we stopped in Falmouth, and the nearest beach was 10 minutes, and $40 per person away.

"No way. I'm not spending that much to go to the beach."

"But we haven't gone to any beaches!"

"We almost did in Cozumel."

"ALMOST. But then you gave in to the Mayan sales guy."

"It was your idea! Anyway, I'm just not doing it."

"Fine, Kurt. Then what will we do all day? Sit on the ship?"

"Well, I like the ship."

"We are in Jamaica."

"You can go to the beach without me. I don't care."

And then I cried.

Kurt decided to go down to the promenade, and see if he could find anyone who had been here before.

I sat up in my room, plotting ways to change his mind.

"I'll stop spending half my paycheck at Panera for 1 month. No- 3 months. AND I'll do the dishes every day."

He walked down to the cafe, where he saw a young couple sitting. The guy was eating pizza. The girl was in tears.

"Hi. Um, have you guys been to the beach here?"

They looked at him in amazement.

"No, I wanted to. But he says it's too expensive."

NO WAY. They were in the exact same situation! Except they had ventured off the pier, and found a taxi willing to give them a better price, if they could find more people to go.

We walked off the pier, and into the city. Jamaica is a rough place. Lots of poverty, and they really depend on tourists.

Women kept coming up and touching my hair. "I braid for you. $3 a braid."

"No, we only have enough money for our taxi."

"I ride with you, and braid on the way. We figure it out there."

"Please stop touching me."

10 minutes later, we were on the most beautiful beach.

And the welcoming committee stopped by to say hi.

"You want aloe, mon? I have a nice one, you give the ladies a sexy backrub."

"It's alright, mon. You safe here. Have a joint. The real Bob Marley experience. Pass it around."

"I make this anklet that I already put on your foot. Now you pay me $5."

"I'm cooking you a lobster in that shack right now."

It was pretty fantastic.

The whole cruise was awesome. Especially the food. Which I ate way too much of.

And Kurt? Totally wins the surprise category. Thank goodness I'm so darn sexy. It kind of evens it all out.

A New Addition!

2012-01-29T16:54:00.000-05:00

Remember our baby turtle named Higgins? That we released back into the wild, because it was the right thing to do?

(well, mostly because he wouldn't eat. but also because it was the right thing to do.)

Well,we missed him. A lot. So after a few weeks, I went online and found a reputable breeder. Which is how we got:

Finnegan!!!

This little guy stole our hearts.

When we ordered him from the breeder in Arizona, he arrived overnight through Fed Ex's Reptile Shipping Service. They have a whole department devoted entirely to live reptile delivery.

Who knew this was such a big market?

We had the option of shipping him overnight for $48.00 BUT for an additional $2.50, they would gaurantee a live delivery.

Um, yeah. We splurged on the extra $2.50.

Our little Finnegan is the exact same variety of Diamondback Terrapin as Higgins. He is supposed to be semi-aquatic, but he thinks he is fully aquatic. He never wants to leave his water.

He even sleeps underwater. Freaked me the hell out the first time I saw him floating at the bottom with his eyes closed. Every 10-15 minutes, he slowly floats to the surface to breathe, and then sinks again in his sleep. Little weirdo.

Most turtles I've seen are lethargic, and don't really do much. This guy? Is like a puppy. He gets SUPER excited to see us walk by, and swims up to say hi (and beg for food).

He is like our child. Kurt and I talk to our friends about him, like doting parents to a slightly-disinterested audience.

"And then, he walked away from me! It was so funny!!"
*polite smiles from friends who don't really care*
"Isn't that just so cute??"

And he is, you guys. He really is so cute.

A big surprise!

2012-01-19T18:10:00.000-05:00

Kurt walked casually into the room.

"Oh, hey. look what I did."

He handed me a paper. And on the top of that paper it said:

Cruise Itinerary

"Wait..."

"Yeah, I booked us a cruise."

"WHAT???!"

"For a week and a half from now."

"ARE YOU SERIOUS???!"

"Surprise."

Who does that, you guys? No one. No one but the guy I married.

So all those weird, annoying,and creepy things he does, just to drive me crazy...? This makes them all worth it :)

(Yes, my affection is for sale.)

We leave tomorrow :)

Surprise!

A classy moment at the gym.

2012-01-14T23:44:00.000-05:00

Kurt and I made very original resolutions this year. Involving getting in shape. And the gym.

We flock to Planet Fitness a few days per week, where Kurt starts grunting and sweating like a madman, while I half-heartedly try out all the fun machines. And I love it.

This week has been a little more rough, because I have what I fondly call "THE COLD OF DEATH."

It's the kind of head cold where you call your boss to see if they need you to come in for your on-call shift at the baby clothes store, and she says "NO. You sound awful. Don't you dare come near this store with those germs."

In between 18-hour bouts of sleep, I headed out the door with Kurt, because raising your temperature on a treadmill can actually help kill off some of those germs.

Plus I needed a reason to shower. It had been a while.

That's where we were tonight.

I climbed off my treadmill and walked towards the cleaning station. I just wanted to wipe down my machine. Then I felt it- my stuffy nose was about to leak.

I was reaching down to grab my tissue when a big, fat drip of snot splashed onto the floor.

I stared at it for a second in surprise. Then I looked up- into the grossed-out faces in the line of treadmills behind me.

Did they see that it was snot? Or did they think I was drooling? Either way, they were not amused.

Thank goodness half of them won't be here past February.

And Planet Fitness? Just got a little bit classier.

A tiny baby turtle named Higgins.

2012-01-10T09:32:00.000-05:00

In August, we went to Outer Banks. Where we found a baby turtle.

But wait, let me back up. One of the Wives had planned this trip a year ago. I've never planned that far ahead for anything. Not my wedding, not college, certainly not a vacation. So marking something on the calendar that far in advance...It was just too responsible of me, you know? I'm more of a last-minute kind of a girl.

BUT THEN. Hurricane Irene struck. And Hatteras Island, where we had rented that beach house a year in advance, was inaccessible.

No, really. Look.

(Photo from a Chain Email sent by My Father)

Thank goodness Jamie made us pay for renter's insurance. So Kurt and I, and the other 7 families, were able to get a reimbursement, and find another house that same week, in Duck- 57 miles away, but also on the Outer Banks of North Carolina.

Always get the insurance.

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One morning, Kurt came running back from the beach. It was incredibly early, and I was still sleeping (we're talking 9, maybe 10am). In his hand was a large shell. And in that shell was a baby turtle.

"Do you think he is ok? I thought he might be a sea turtle. How can we tell? What should we do?"

He had been searching for shells in some seaweed along the shore, and he saw a really pretty one. But when he picked it up, he realized it was a tiny, tiny baby turtle. Not even 2 inches big. He filled a shell with salt water, stuck the little guy inside, and ran back up to the house.

"Google," I said. "Google will know what to do."

And I found this: Hurricane Irene Brought Me a Visitor. What kind of turtle is it? What do I do with it?

Perfect.

Turns out this little one is a Diamondback Terrapin hatchling. Not a sea turtle, but a semi-aquatic little guy who is found on Cape Hatteras (they are found all over the coast, but this particular kind is found there). Irene had taken him for a ride.

Funny, right? Without the hurricane, we might have found him anyway, only in his original home.

We called the number, and asked what we should do. When they determined he wasn't a sea turtle, they said "Oh. Then it really doesn't matter."

Harsh, huh?

We loved our little guy. And he loved digging in the pillows, riding around in our hands, swimming in a pyrex bowl, and jumping off big cliffs- like the edge of the bed (we became very good at base-jumping-interventions).

The only thing he wouldn't do was eat.

In the end, we had to let him go. Because if we got all the way back to Pittsburgh, and he still wouldn't eat, it's not like we could say "Oh well, let's just take him back." (it was an 8-hour car ride)

It was really hard, though. We loved him a lot.

We did more research, and found out his ideal habitat- marshy, brackish water, with plenty of snails, worms, crabs, etc (he's a vicious little carnivore). He likes mud. And sunshine.

On the last day, we drove him back to where he had come from. We stopped and checked out lots of places, but none of them felt right.

And then we found it. A perfect, marshy embankment. With an adult terrapin swimming by.

We knew this was it.

So we knelt down, and stick him in the water. He swam back, and started digging happily in the mud.

He loved being all dirty.

We picked him back up before he could disappear, and said goodbye.

Then we set him down, and he started digging a little cave. In minutes, we couldn't see him anymore.

We sat there for a long time.

"I miss him."

"me, too."

"We did the right thing."

"I know."

And then we cried.

His name was Higgins.

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Our house is the one that gave up on Christmas.

2011-12-25T18:49:00.000-05:00

It was 30 minutes later, and I was still staring at the giant wall of lights.

Nothing.

What the heck, Wal Mart? It was still weeks before Christmas. You couldn't have sold out already.

Sighing, I gave in, and approached the register.

The girl working in the Christmas department was around 20 years old. She seemed pretty normal- you know, not drooling or anything. And when I walked up, she smiled in a friendly way.

"How can I help you today?"

"I'm looking for some outdoor Christmas lights. Just the single-strand kind."

She frowned. "I've never heard of those."

"...Um, just a strand of lights? You know, the white ones?"

"Huh. Let's look at our wall."

We walked back over.

"Do you mean icicle lights?"

"No, um, just a single strand. In a straight line."

She stared at me for a second. "Yeah, I've never seen those before."

"Really? Just outdoor ones. That you can use to outline stuff."

"Oh, like rope lights! In that plastic tube stuff!"

"Um, well, similar. Only not in a tube."

"Uhm...."

"People sometimes put them on their houses? Or on a wreath?"

Nothing.

"Here. See these icicle lights? Imagine that they don't have little icicles coming off them."

"...."

"No? Ok, uh, there! Mini lights. On a 50 strand. Imagine lights just like this, only bigger."

"Ohhh! Big lights. Like these giant bulb ones."

"No. Not giant ones."

I looked around helplessly. By now, there was a crowd of people around us, all looking for the same kind of lights. I assume.

One lady jumped in. "You know, like on a Christmas tree? I just need indoor ones for mine."

The girl frowned in confusion. "No, Christmas tree lights are always green."

And then I gave up on humanity.

So if you stop by tonight, look for the house that is all kinds of festive. Lights on the house, the bushes, the trees, the porch. Lighted wreaths in every window. Three lighted deer on the front yard.

And then look next door. Because our house is the one that gave up on Christmas.

If only I had a secret credit card...OH, WAIT.

2011-12-21T22:07:00.001-05:00

American Express sent me a letter saying they've updated my address. You know, for my credit card. Which is awesome, except I DON'T HAVE AN AMERICAN EXPRESS CREDIT CARD.

It looked pretty official. But I knew it had to be a scam. Like that time when I sent you all "free" movie tickets.

I mentioned this whole tricky, spammy scheme to Kurt, and his reaction was...unexpected.

"Oh yeah, I might have signed you up for one a year ago. For skymiles. I didn't tell you though. Then I shredded it, so you couldn't use it."

AND HE WAS SERIOUS.

...I just don't know what to fight about first.

Sleeping-Version-of-Kurt is a jerk.

2011-12-03T18:12:00.001-05:00

What were you doing yesterday, at 1 in the morning? Because I was sleeping. Until THIS happened:

Sleeping-version-of-me is plotting revenge...

I am so ashamed.

2011-12-01T21:04:00.001-05:00

....I just bought the Big Mac Deal on Livingsocial.

And now I feel disgusting.

But you guys, it was SUCH a good deal.

So 4 months (and 20lbs) from now, I need you all to remind me of a few things:

I KNEW BETTER.

IT'S COMPLETELY MY FAULT.

I DID THIS TO MYSELF.

...AND I ENJOYED EVERY BITE.

How To End Christmas Gift Drama Before It Starts.

2011-11-23T17:25:00.001-05:00

Hey guys, I am very excited. I interviewed one of my favorite people (my brother in law, Dave), about one of my favorite holiday products. Which happens to be free.

This might just change your life.
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Hey Dave, sorry this took so long to set up. Also, sorry my questions are so boring. Feel free to spice them up if you want!

Hmmm... spice them up. Should I sprinkle in suggestive pictures of myself after each question?

YES. Wait, no. My inlaws might read this.

What is the Wishlist Factory?

WishlistFactory is a free website that lets you share wishlists with groups of people, such as your family, your in-laws, close friends, etc. It's great for any holiday or celebration and it makes keeping track of what gifts everyone wants easy. This can be especially helpful during Christmas, when it's hard to keep track of who wants what, and who has already bought a certain gift for someone so you don't end up buying the same thing (duplicate gifts are usually a bad thing, unless it's money). WishlistFactory keeps track of all that stuff for you.

Why did you create it?

I originally made the website for my wife, who is very very into Christmas. You could even say it's an obsession, but you didn't hear it from me. She loved buying gifts for everyone, but this usually involved calling everyone to find out what they wanted, which resulted in answers like "Uhh... I don't know... a snuggie?". Even worse, she'd find out later that someone else already bought that person a snuggie! This made my wife unhappy, and when my wife is unhappy, guess who has to be unhappy? Me. Really I made the website for myself, but that sounds selfish, so the official answer is "to make the holidays a little easier on my wife".

What are your favorite features?

There's a lot of features that make sharing gifts with others easier, but I particularly like being able to claim gifts, so other people know to think twice about putting their grubby mitts on a gift I'm giving someone. You can also print out shopping lists for people, so you can remember what someone wants when you go to the store. I also like being able to sort gifts by price when I'm feeling cheap. That's nice too.

Of course WishlistFactory has all those other necessary features, such as uploading pictures of gifts from your computer or the web. You can also include a link with a gift so you people know exactly where to buy it online. But these features really aren't worth mentioning.

What is Surprise Protection?

Let's say you want someone to get some lingerie for your grandma, a spunky gal. You can add the lingerie to her wishlist and she won't be able to see that you added it. Your Grandpa checks her wishlist and excitedly buys the slinky surprise and marks it as Purchased on her wishlist. Now everyone know what she's getting, and your grandma's none the wiser. That's surprise protection.

How about the Desire Meter?

The Desire Meter is a fun little slider bar that lets you tell everyone in your groups how badly you want a certain gift. For instance, my 16-year-old brother-in-law has 60 gifts on his wishlist. Normally, I wouldn't know what to get him, but luckily he set the desire meter to 10 out of 10 on some gifts, so I know which gifts will be a hit. Now if I can only think of a way to come up with three hundred bucks for a leather trenchcoat...

Adding a Gift

What if I find something not on Kurt's list? How do I make sure no one else buys the same thing?

You can add gifts to other people's wishlists, and they'll never be able to see the gift, even though they can add gifts to their own wishlists. Then, you can set the gift's status at any time. You have several choices from Purchased(I bought the gift), Claimed(I'm going to get the gift, don't even think about it!), Too Expensive(I'm a cheapskate), and much more. Other group members can see these statuses so they know what's up.

Some gifts, of course, shouldn't be shared, Helena. For instance, that prescription strength deodorant you were planning on getting Kurt would fall under this category. I wouldn't worry about anyone else getting that for him, except for those who hang out with you, naturally.

What if I have multiple groups using it- my family, and Kurt's family? How does that work?

You can belong to multiple groups, so you can have one for your family, and one for your in-laws. Anyone in a group you belong to is allowed to look at your wishlists. I'm thinking about adding more options, such as Secret Wishlists that only people of your choosing can access, but I haven't implemented that yet. Once I do, I think people will feel a little more comfortable showing off gifts that they might not want their in-laws to see. You know what I'm talking about.

Yeah. I think we all do.

Thanks Dave, for sharing your masterpiece! Which you can all check out at wishlistfactory.com.

Happy Thanksgiving you guys! I hope this makes your holidays a little bit easier.

I just stood there.

2011-11-22T11:06:00.000-05:00

What would you do if a little old man came up to you, and said;

"you shouldn't eat so much. You'd look better."

Because I just stood there in shock.

And then I wanted to cry.

It's been a rough week, you guys. And it's only Tuesday.

I need him to hate me. Any ideas?

2011-11-14T19:10:00.001-05:00

"Why not?"

I stared at Kurt, confused.

"Because. It's dangerous."

"It was dangerous last time. But that didn't stop us. We climbed all the way out to the edge. Remember?"

"We were stupider then."

"We did not die."

"Look, I said no."

"Fine. You can watch. And I will have the adventure."

I turned to hop out onto the rock, but he quickly snatched my arm.

"I said no. You can't do it."

"I did it before."

"But I love you more now."

I raised my eyebrow.

"That's how marriage works. I love you more now than I did a year ago. So I can't let you risk your life."

I raised both eyebrows.

"By the time you're 50 years old, I won't let you leave the house."

I stared at him in disbelief. Was he joking, or he was serious? Or maybe something in between? In the end, it didn't matter. He pulled me up onto the overlook, and that's as close as I got to the waterfall.

So now I need your help.

How can I make him hate me just a little bit more?

No really, guys. I need ideas. Maybe something along the lines of stop showering. Completely. And then drenching myself in Paris Hilton's perfume to cover up the smell.

Only, you know, less gross.

My newest, most delicious obsession

2011-11-07T16:30:00.003-05:00

This week on "Thing I Can't Believe I Lived Without"

Franks Hot Sauce.

I want to bathe in this stuff.

Just grab a cup full, add some mozzarella, a little cream cheese, some ranch dressing, and Viola!

Perfect dipping sauce. Great for chicken, chips, bread, strawberries...

Well, maybe not strawberries.

But I was serious about the bathing.

What are you craving?

...I haven't washed my jeans in a while.

2011-11-02T15:30:00.000-04:00

"I don't think jeans get dirty. They just get more and more comfortable, and then they get smelly. But by then, you are tripping over them anyway, so you are kind of looking forward to washing them and sticking them in the dryer, so they will shrink. The next few days are a little muffin-top and wedgie-inducing, but then they loosen up, and it will be a good 3 months before they see the inside of the hamper again. You know?"

Kurt stared at me in silent horror.

He is so weird sometimes.

A Creepy Kidney

2011-10-31T10:58:00.000-04:00

The ultrasound technician looked confused, and then surprised.

"That can't be right..."

But after a few minutes of looking, she turned to me and said;

"I can't find your kidney."

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Wait, back up. Why was I getting an ultrasound? Am I pregnant? Who starts a story this way??

I guess I'll go back to when it all began.

My mom was 16 when she had one of her ovaries removed. She had really bad cysts, and the doctors decided to operate.

It was ok, though. She managed to have 5 kids, with her single remaining ovary.

But cysts? They run in my family.

As long as the pain goes away in a day or two, my doctor told me not to worry about them.

But when the pain had dragged on for 4 days, I started to get nervous.

Hence, the ultrasound technician.

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"Good news! Your ovaries look normal. No abnormally large cysts or anything."

I smiled in relief. Surgery is something I'd love to avoid.

"Now I'm going to check out a few other things."

She checked out my left side, and then moved to my right. There she stopped. After a few minutes, she started to seem worried.

"That can't be right..."

Great. Just what everyone wants to hear when someone is looking at their insides.

"...I can't find your right kidney."

I swallowed hard. "Um, maybe it moved?"

"I'll check in a few other places.

5 minutes later, she found it.

"It's in your abdomen! See? Here is your heart valve. And right below it is your kidney."

I looked at the screen, and saw nothing but lumpy static.

"Here, let's look at the left side. That kidney is around back, where it's supposed to be. And your right one...here...it's supposed to be tucked below your liver. But it's not. It's in front, kind of twisted into a funny position."

I just...I had no idea what to say.

"I have no idea if it's functional. But really, you only need one to live. And you've never had any problems before?"

I shook my head.

"Good. Well, we'll refer you to a kidney specialist. It might be fully functional. Who knows? Anyway, that's it. I'll let you get dressed."

I was beyond weirded out. But also kind of excited.

See? Proof that I'm special.

It's good to know, that's for sure. A sharp pain in my abdomen- I would never think "Oh hey, maybe it's my kidney." I'd probably just grab a laxative, and then die.

Also, if one of my enemies tries to stab me in the kidney, they will miss by a good foot and a half.

Built in stabbing-protection.

Tell me I'm not the only one with a weird body?

That thin line between love and murder...

2011-10-20T23:40:00.003-04:00

That judging kind of criticism- you know, the kind only a spouse can give? Makes me want to sit down and do absolutely nothing. For the rest of my life. Out of spite.

Faux Hawk

2011-08-29T09:20:00.004-04:00

One night, I convinced Kurt to let me play with his hair.

He keeps it so short. Which looks good, but I had this sneaking suspicion...

...and I was right. He can rock a faux hawk.

Too bad he won't ever do it in real life.

(HA!)

What do you think?

Also, is there an aspect of your man's appearance you wish he would let you tweak a little? His hair, his clothes, his scruff...?

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The Day The Romance Died.

2011-08-25T21:40:00.002-04:00

"You know when you have to poop so bad, your whole body feels cold and shivery?"

I turned and stared, a horrified denial stuck in my throat.

"No? Well, that's why I'm shivering. As soon as we get there, I need to find a bathroom. Or things are going to get explosive."

And that last spark of magic withered and died.

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And THAT is why you need 6 weeks (or months?) to recover.

2011-08-23T17:14:00.003-04:00

I was tidying up the t-shirt tables at work today when a young mother walked in with a double stroller. In this stroller were two little kids. They were the exact same size.

"Hi there! How old are you guys?"

The cute little boy and his sister both held up three fingers. I smiled at them, and then asked their mother, "Are they twins?"

She sighed heavily.

"No. But they are both 3. They're only 10 months apart."

Ten months. TEN! That means she got pregnant a month after giving birth.

I guess my horror must have shown on my face.

"Yeah." She said in a hopeless voice. "It was not planned."

You guys, what would you do? Besides murder your husband in his sleep, of course.

They didn't even look Irish...

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Homeschooled kids are SO WEIRD.

2011-08-19T10:33:00.000-04:00

When most people think about homeschooling, they think about this:

(or click here)

Am I right?

(although, with some of the stories I've shared on here, it might not be that far off target...)

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