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We filled her pool with water and put it in the grass in the front yard. This, an extremely thrilling event, first took place with Aunt Jenny and Bish Bish. Thanks to them, the Garner Robinsons are fully equipped with a pool, ball, ring, a cup, four squirt guns, and a floating plastic cupcake. She [...]

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Grace: Lip.

Some lip from the elder Robinson daughter this morning — literally and figuratively. Grace was eating some peanut butter toast. Normally, she likes this. This morning, however, she was piddling around. “Honey, could you finish your toast?” – I have something in my mouth. [Three minutes later] “Grace, how’s that toast coming?” – Good. [ed [...]

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Payback

Grace, don’t poke your sister. It makes her cry. Grace, please don’t sit on Abby. She’s too little. Grace, don’t head butt Abby. Remember about “gentle and careful?” Abby, don’t spit up on — uh, Good job, Abby!

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This weekend, Erin made sure that our family should take all measures to avoid hearing from our homeowners association. [Side note: I hate homeowner associations. We pay $200/year to somebody else to tell me to mow our lawn and weed our garden bed. The value add is for that somebody to hire somebody else to [...]

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Opening Day. A very, very important day. On the way to work, an unembellished recount: Honey, did you know that today is Opening Day? “Yeah.” You did? “Yeah.” What does Opening Day mean? “It means that we open presents!” Well, Grace, that’s not really it. Opening Day refers to the first game of the baseball [...]

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“Honey, Lasagna and Vagina are two very different things.”

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When we need Grace to hurry up, we tell her, “Quick like a Bunny!” This morning before driving to Day Care, I called up the stairs: “Honey, are you ready to go now?“ “Yeah, Daddy. Quick like Applesauce!“ – Creative? Well, it worked.

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Morning Greeting

Since Erin is staying home with Abby in the coming months, Grace and I ride by ourselves. After I did the handwashing drill (Erin usually assists there), I completed the check-in sheet. As I waved goodbye to Grace, she said, “Wait Mama, Dada!” A close friend of Grace’s (perhaps Jay Foster!) provided gentle clarification to [...]

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“Daddy, I’m trying, but I just can’t kiss my elbow…” “Well, Honey, let Daddy know when you can.”

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One game that Grace and I share is “got your nose.”  For those of you not versed, it’s a process of gently swiping your fingers along somebody else’s nose, placing your thumb between your index and middle fingers, making a fist, and demonstrated to the other person that you have their nose. Daddy: “I got [...]

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