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Fishing, Botox and the Cupig

This weekend was Husband's eagerly anticipated fishing weekend with the boys. I don't know the details of what goes on - besides fishing, obviously - but it seems to include a lot of meat. The grocery list he gave me included sausage, which we rarely eat, and previous trips have included meat wrapped within another meat wrapped within another meat. It makes me throw up in my mouth a little just thinking about it. He did take Trudy which left the Bean and me to hold down the fort.

It was a fairly uneventful weekend, which suited me just fine. The Bean loves the BOB stroller, so we tool several long walks around the Nelson. I did actually run with the Bean a few weeks ago and for the next week my calves reminded me how out of shape I am. Then I tried to run with Trudy last week and it was not a success. Maybe someday I'll actually get back in run shape. Sigh.

The Bean continues to amaze us with the most trivial of actions. She now purses her lip up to her nose and then blows out her nose hard while furrowing her eyebrows. It's really funny, but I'm not sure how to tell her there will eventually be a correlation between this expression and a need for Botox.

She also has figured out how to activate the Cupig. The what, you ask? The Cupig. It's one of those Hallmark dancing animals that sings a song called the Cupig Shuffle. It's also the best crying diversion we have. Last night she reaches out, squeezes his paw and watches him dance. Is it normal for an eight month old to know how to do this?

Just when I think she may be advanced, she begins knocking her head against the giant toy piano keys, which makes me think of the movie Parenthood. ("He likes to butt things with his head." "How proud you must be.")


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