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Yeah, I know.

I think I’m going to be bringing back my Annoyance section, in a big way. Primarily because I am a disgruntled, sleep-deprived bitty.

See? Look at me. Being real honest. I’ve got a short fuse and very little patience for my own children, let alone random, adult strangers.

So, for the love of God, if you are one of these said random, adult strangers, or even an adult friend, please, do not, under any circumstances, make commentary on how fucking tired me or my sleep-challenged baby are. We know. We’re living it. As if my greasy hair thrown haphazardly in a ponytail, my spit-up coated sweats and milk-stained regatta t-shirt circa 1993, and the dark bags under my eyes weren’t indication enough, I don’t need you reminding me that I look like hell. Or that my 6-month old looks like hell.

We both feel it.

So, either adhere to Thumper’s motto, “If you can’t say something nice… don’t say nothing at all.” Or lie to me. Tell me you think that I look pretty and am one kick ass mom. And that my baby is the most adorable, well-behaved creature you’ve ever seen. I could use the confidence boost. Anything but reinforcing what I already know to be painfully true.

Also, note to self, do not venture out with both sick children solo, to the grocery store, on a Saturday afternoon. That’s called asking for it.

Week 25

We skipped right over Week 24 due to our adventures in the Big Easy and are in the heart of Week 25. It’s hard to believe that in two weeks time we’ll be half way through this project.

I’m going to resist saying the obvious parental cliche, ya know, about the onslaught of time coupled with the posing of hypotheticals.

Anyway, here are our little snot balls. A term I use because it’s the only appropriate way to capture the the state of affairs chez Petri Dish. I don’t understand how such small beings can produce so very much fluid, and yet, they never cease to defy the odds.

Sunny is showing off Courtland’s raspberry in this series. As you may have noticed in previous images, Kaki has a large raspberry (a cluster of blood cells that have risen to the skin’s surface) bulging out the side of her right elbow. The pediatrician claims that it will get bigger and bigger over the course of her first year of life (it was nonexistent when she was born), but then gradually disappear during year two. I remain skeptical. Fortunately, in this household, we’re big fans of raspberries, and big sister in particular finds it positively fascinating.

Courtland: 25 weeks
Addison: 32 months

Internet Wormhole

While everyone in my household slumbered yesterday evening, I got sucked into an Internet Wormhole and spent at least two hours gawking at brilliant after genius after awe-inspiring design and art. It was humbling. And I realized I lack both the extreme patience and talent it takes to execute each of these projects.

On that depressing note, I’m off to make Valentine cards out of my kids’ hand prints. A project in which I hope to excel, or at least accomplish, while nursing my ego back to health.

Here are the highlights of last night’s explorations.

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These goldfish? Aren’t goldfish.

They’re three dimensional paintings. For real. Watch this video. Mind = Blown.

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Anatomy with quilled paper. WHA?!?!?!

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And finally, for the bibliophiles, book landscapes and some stop-motion awesome.

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LINKS: RIUSUKE FUKAHORI, LISA NILSSON, GUY LARAMEE & SEAN OHLENKAMP