Corso, what caught my eye was: The doctor was worried about my kidneys with what I’m on, and I get…
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@Corso: Viagra is only approved for use in erectile dysfunction. Other uses, including pulmonary hypertension, are off label. (I also…
Ron, Respectfully... Are you saying these things because you actually have an ideological opposition to any use of off-label prescriptions,…
Which leads one to ask how many studies showed the breast growth effect of Spironolactone and what their quality was.…
I am reluctant to take any supplement in the US, even the relatively benign ones like vitamins, because who knows…
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In theory, the above comment was going to be a heart. It didn’t quite work out that way…I vividly remember receiving my lesson in hearts, but clearly the actual lesson didn’t sink in so well.
I rode my bike past the state fair last week and thought of Sydney. Shortly afterwards, my handlebars broke. I don’t think the two are related.
I think you need to tweak your post title, Amp. The young lady is clearly no longer a baby. (Wish I’d had the courage to do that at that age… my mother would’ve gone into orbit. I hope Sydney’s mom is a bit more relaxed about such things.)
I know what you mean, Karen… 3 years old is no longer a baby. I guess I should start calling the ones with Sydney “Monday Kid Blogging” or something. (Maddox is still qualified as a baby, I think.)
Tuesday Toddler Blogging would preserve the alliteration.
Or Saturday and Sunday Sydney Blogging!
PLUS, then when she’s older, you could do Wednesday Woman Blogging!
Clearly, I’m a genius.
—Myca
Yes you are, Myca. I was going to try to say something about alliteration and not changing it from “Baby Blogging,” but clearly I’m not enough of a genius for that on no sleep. Coffee helps. Don’t give coffee to babies, though.
That’s really cute. And she’s got a great sense of colour too, with the purple/magenta gradient going on across her nose.
what’s the magic of kids and face-painting? the ubiquity of this activity post-dates my own childhood, so I just can’t quite grok it . . .