A friend of mine occasionally calls upon the sloth to describe her children. As in, “GET OUTA BED, YOU SLOTH!”

Seriously. It was A FRIEND.

*cough*

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This bedroom reminds me of the Discovery Channel show, Monster House – the most awesome home remodeling show EVER. They came to Seattle once and we were THIS close to applying for a remodel, but I was stupid back then and wasn’t sure I wanted to commit.

Must have been the postpartum hormones because WHO WOULDN’T WANT THIS BED?

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Step. Off. Now.

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I grew up in the frigid Midwest where it’s so cold your eyeballs freeze and your nostrils stick together. After I’d been in Seattle – oh, I don’t know, maybe ten years or so – I complained to my mom on the phone about how COLD it was lately and she was all, “How cold is it?”

“Forty degrees.”

She guffawed.  My MOM guffawed me.

“You’ve gone soft,” she said.

Maybe so, but I could still use these bear claw gloves to keep my son from biting his fingernails.

When lil monsters can’t impress the cool kids.

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