Author: Mihow
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I Have No Shame.
You know how some bloggers only post attractive pictures of themselves? NOT THIS BLOGGER! Check this out: OK! So I had to buy this for a few reasons: One: The socks. Two: Age 2. Three: The bags under my eyes are growing increasingly more envious of my double-chin. I just needed proof. I have it…
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Notorious S.M.A.L.L.
If you stop paying attention, even for just a minute, you miss stuff like this. This wasn’t staged. He put the hat on. He ransacked my wallet. What a weirdo. Babies are weird.
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P.S. B.S.
My son is four. He’ll be attending kindergarten in the fall. That’s crazy and awesome and strange. It’s true what they say that time flies. I can’t believe he’ll be 5 in August. In New York City, the public school thing is brutal. I am sure you’ve heard it all before, so I won’t bore…
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Look! I’m even SMILING!
I totally got suckered into buying this shot (the only shot) of me crossing the finish line in D.C. And naturally, it’s blurry. I couldn’t see that in the small version they sent to me online. Ah well. You don’t get a chance to go back and buy shots of yourself running your first ever…
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Missy and Adam’s Wedding Cake
Here’s the cake I made for Missy. It’s a three tiered white wedding cake filled with vanilla buttercream icing. It’s spackled with more buttercream and then coated with fondant. The flowers are made out of gum paste and painted with petal dust. The cake weighs more the Elliot, I’m guessing 30 pounds. Missy wanted deep…
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And That’s A Fact, Y’all.
I dyed my hair black this week. I’m not entirely sure why. I’ve done this before, so I guess it’s not that big of a deal. But this time it’s much, much darker—almost blue. So that’s a little weird. I’m probably getting too old for this shit. But I don’t care. Or maybe I’m in…
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Elliot: Lucky 13. And Rescue Ink.
Elliot is 13 months old today. These shots were taken outside of a Cracker Barrel while we were driving to DC. The tear is all drama. He’s doing his best Johnny Depp impression. An aside: while at the Cracker Barrel I ran into Des “The Cat Man” of Rescue Ink. I didn’t recognize him, but…
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Help Me Stop Thinking About This.
I have been blogging long enough to know to avoid such issues, and I do normally bite my tongue. But this time I’m having trouble. And it’s none of my business. I know this. Yet I can’t stop thinking about it. Yesterday a blogger (who I had never heard of before) was brought to my…
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13.1!
I did it! I walked a bit. That hill into Adams Morgan was a lot more intense than I’d remembered. And my right knee got wonky at mile 11. But I did it! I’m damn proud of myself too. I’ve only felt this proud three times before. (This is the first time it was all…
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