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But, so, just pull her into the kitchen with you in the bin/sleigh -- problem solved!

Baby wrangling in a kitchen, while actually cooking, is problematic, once they don't stay where you put 'em.

I bet she'd fit in a casserole.

Oh, man, I remember that rattle-thing with the elastic cords and the beads and the dowels. That was the best toy ever for a long time, back when such things were popular in the Breath household.

Does confinement in a high chair parked right at the entrance to the kitchen so she's right there looking at you help any? Or is the sight of you in the kitchen in itself an injury?

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redfox is a small furry animal, but unfortunately not the sweet and adorable kind. she lives in an awfully large house with her black-bearded husband snarkout and marauding child jane.

see also: the hungry tiger

Dinner reports

More dinners.

Things I Cried Over

  • The Great British Sewing Bee.

  • Window washers.

  • Lilo and Stitch. Repeatedly.

  • "No one was with her when she died."

  • Slings and Arrows.
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