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More in the ongoing series of R2-D2's torture: he's now a pepper grinder. And you thought it was over with the flip-top bin.
Poor little guy.
While we're over at Thinkgeek, this girlie tee made me laugh: OMG Pwnies!
Quite like this big iconic pixel Pac-Man shirt, too.
(Does this mean I'm back up and running? Not really. Got a huge backlog, sorry to those of you who sent cool things in! Getting there, though, getting there... we seem to have a routine more or less emerging ...)
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Much better once they sleep right through the night. Hang in there.
Posted by: kim | February 16, 2008 at 19:55
You have a routine? I'm impressed!
A growth spurt kicked in today (think of a constant crying/feeding loop) meaning any routine we *did* have has now gone out of the window. And... paternity has ended! Yay! Working with no sleep is fuuun! :'D
Posted by: Trevor May | February 16, 2008 at 23:58
Oh yah. We had that two days ago, and still feeling the effects.. but it's calmer, it's calmer :)
2 weeks paternity sux. Mind you, in California, you get 2 weeks *maternity*. How does anyone reproduce over there?!
Posted by: Alice | February 17, 2008 at 13:07
Saw this and thought of new motherhood...
http://blog.riflegear.com/archive/2007/12/26/hello-kitty-ar-15---evil-black-rifle-meets-cute-and.aspx
Posted by: | February 22, 2008 at 00:08