shopping in mt. pleasant, washington, dc
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out: somewhere
i just found these on the camera, and i have absolutely no clue where they were taken — we’ll never fully understand the secret life of nannies.See Slideshow of the Photos on Flickr:
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video: buhb-buh-bub-buhbb
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZeFI2U3uqw
about fourty minutes after going to bed tonight, sparklet woke up and started doing this… lasted for about fifteen minutes until, presumably, her lower lip finally gave out. -
goodbye, boyfriend
today was the final day of sparklet’s bourgening love with her nanny-share-partner-turned-boyfriend, who has set sail for the golden shores of north carolina.his replacement (as nanny share partner, jury is still out on the boyfriend part) doesn’t start full time until August 1st, so we’re finding her some interims (again, “shares” not “boyfriends”) to keep her occupied until el español picante swoops in.
and who knows, maybe they’ll give the whole long distance thing a try — though i’m not holding out hope, because sparklet has the attention span of, like, an 18 month old. yeesh.
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frito pie
God only know why this is called a pie, but you can’t argue with it being good.The traditional way to consume frito pie, according to our resident Texan, is to slit open a bag of fritos and pour in a cup or two of chili. To eat it any other way (eg. on a plate) is, according to the Dallas Morning News, “allowable but frankly lacks street cred.”
i’m fairly certain this chili recipe was based on something i got somewhere, but what you see here has been through (quite literally) a dozen different variations in search of perfection — so even if my memory was good enough to recall its origin, a citation would be wholly unwarranted.
you can tweak pretty much anything you like about the toppings (sour cream, onions, cheese) but don’t you dare add beans to the chili. seriously. my wife will hunt you down.
full recipe after the jump.
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video: dancing at haydee’s
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCiQaq7JGjs
shakira, again — at least this time it’s with the bff.
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today, we had to pick up some spaghetti sauce for dinner — it can’t all be homemade — and i was slightly panicked. either she was going to freak out about not being allowed to put the sauce into her her bag, or i was going to freak out about what would happen if she did.
so we bought a box of pasta (that we didn’t need) so she could drop a good, strong, unbreakable box of pasta onto the concrete fifteen-times-in-half-a-block-on-the-way-home.