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June 21, 2007

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Looked quickly at the link designed to keep the little darlings quiet on car trips, while remembering all the "trips of misery" from back in the day. My kids would have used this on the fancy French Poodle! But it might have kept them quiet back there.

Godfather: Spit-up worse than poo? You might be in the thick of it now, but in eight years it won't be spit-up that you're spending a fortune on Spray N Wash to get out of your kids underwear.

"It is believed that twins are able to bestow happiness, health and prosperity upon their family. However, ... they can also bring about disaster, disease and death,..."

This sounds a lot like those drug commercials that spend the first half telling you how it'll save your life, then the second half warning you that, technically technically, it could also kill you.

Hula hooping au pair next door? Maybe the stay at home gig isn't as bad as I thought.

Don't worry Luther, I laugh when my twins hit each other in the head.

Wanted: Fucking help. Must have hula hoop. No smokers/weirdos.

Vomit comes once in a blue moon. (Spit up doesn't even count. Seriously.) Poop? I'm happy that we just finished potty training, but I can say that, for awhile, I felt like I was changing a 40-year-old man's diaper.

I also laugh when my twins hit each other on the head. In fact, Baby A administered some swift justice that I didn't have a chance to administer myself by thumping Baby B on the head. After doing something that Baby A himself just got thumped for. I had to turn away so they wouldn't see me laugh as the tears ran down my face!

Dude, I thought I was your Evil Parenting Soulmate! I laugh all the time when my twins slap each other, especially after a martini.

You are way better and smarter than Dear Abby.

OH MY -- that last one darned near made me wet myself. Needles and lots of permanant dye. Yep, exactly what we need around here!

How long did you have that tattoo kit bookmarked before you found a way to work it into a post?

Actually, it was the other way around, Sue. I had that question in my inbox for months before I found the tattoo kit. And I found the tattoo kit only after I finally gave up on someone marketing glass shards in a nice, portable, travel-sized container.

'Sir' and 'Swamper': I am in awe of your wit. I'd love to see an ad like that in the paper by the way - I think I'd cut it out and keep it forever!

Rather than going the "no fucking help = no rules" technique, I go with the "choosing my battles" route, which basically comes down to: I don't choose any battles, therefore I can never get stressed about the girls being little a-holes. It sounds more PC that way.

How 'bout keeping the tots occupied on plane rides, the Dad? We've got one coming up, but I don't think they'll let us carry the tatoo kit on, what with the needles and all...

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