Category Archives: blick

Into the Drink

Posted on July 29, 2008 by The Daring One

Guess who swam across a lake at 7:00 this morning and now has algae-looking stuff in unmentionable places? Not naming names. Follow my eyes. I’ve been casually training for a triathlon I’m not going to compete in because my ladies … Continue reading →

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Usskusting (Magoo’s Pronunciation)

Posted on July 18, 2008 by The Daring One

Join me at the Parenting Post today where I ponder the question, “Why do these delightful young people have such a fascination with all things gross and disgusting?” [read more]

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Grosser

Posted on June 26, 2008 by The Daring One

Today Magoo marked his territory in the baked goods isle of The Family Grocer. It’s much “grosser” now than it was before. He stood next to me as I perused the canning supplies and suddenly let out a huge, “OH. … Continue reading →

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The Urine is Here!

Posted on June 23, 2008 by The Daring One

The sanity is not. We’re doing it. We’re saying goodbye to diapers and hello to stench and stains and public restrooms and plastic bags in my purse waiting to be filled with little peed-in Lightning McQueen special pants. Magoo’s been … Continue reading →

Posted in blick, fun, fun, fun, kid stuff | 27 Comments

Magoo is Three-ish

Posted on June 15, 2008 by Guest Schmoop

“Something happened to Magoo on his third birthday. As he collapsed into an exhausted coma on my lap after a fun-filled day at Disneyland and slept sweetly through the singing and the candles and the cake, some crazy switch of … Continue reading →

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We Don’t Put Meat in Our Pockets

Posted on April 30, 2008 by The Daring One

Last week I found myself having the following conversation with Magoo: Me: NO. We don’t put meat in our pockets! Magoo: Oh. Hmm. We don’t put meat at our pock-ets? Me: NO. Meat only goes in our mouths or on … Continue reading →

Posted in blick, food, kid stuff, poser in granolaville | 21 Comments