Monday Baby Blogging: Sydney Painted Her Face

8 Responses to Monday Baby Blogging: Sydney Painted Her Face

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   defenestrated says:

   August 20, 2007 at 6:17 am

   
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   defenestrated says:

   August 20, 2007 at 9:02 pm

   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.

   
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   Karen says:

   August 21, 2007 at 1:50 pm

   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.)

   
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   Ampersand says:

   August 23, 2007 at 7:10 am

   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.)

   
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   Myca says:

   August 23, 2007 at 7:38 am

   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

   
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   defenestrated says:

   August 23, 2007 at 7:40 am

   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.

   
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   Maartje says:

   August 23, 2007 at 9:22 am

   That’s really cute. And she’s got a great sense of colour too, with the purple/magenta gradient going on across her nose.

   
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   acm says:

   August 27, 2007 at 11:20 am

   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 . . .