Here in this photo she is wearing pink, so please stop sending me email telling me that I don’t dress her in pink enough

Hi Heather, I know this will probably get lost in the shuffle … but I wanted to thank you for sharing your unique and hilarious perspective with us. On days like today when I want to curl into the oblivion of sleep b/c of depression, your funny little stories serve as a pick me up.

So, thank you.

ADORABLE!

haha great photo! at first i thought you had brought out leta’s twin sister…that…you…keep hidden =) great shot!

Why is pink such a MUST when you have girls??

When you have such pale skin like I do and you have daughters that have beautiful golden brown skin…you dress them in ALL the colors YOU CANNOT WEAR.

Hey, it’s ok to have a girly-girl! If Leta is a girly-girl, she will be no matter what you do to her, no matter what color you put her in now, and no matter what beauty products you put in her hands or on her face/hair/body. I was TOTAL tomboy until college. My mom hated it. I wore cowboy boots with my dresses to church. My little one is 18 months old, already LOVES to look at herself in the mirror, primps and preens, “combs” her hair, picks out her clothes and loves when we make a big deal out of them, etc. Dolls galore, much to Daddy’s chagrin. You can have fun with it – the other day she and I had a Mommy/Daughter “Spa” day and had a big old bubble bath and then “combed” each other’s hair. HEAVEN!

When my daughter was a baby I HATED the color pink. I even had my girlfriend print on my babyshower invites that I hated the color pink. Well now that she is almost 5 she wants to see all the pictures of her when she was a baby…. and of course she always ask, “mommy who is that little boy?”

I’m digging what looks like a glassblock window. They are SO cool.

And I’m also a fan of the Rubberband man commercials, but haven’t seen the holiday one.

As for baby clothing, is it too soon to break out the “Mommy wants a new president” t-shirts?

honestly, you let far too many people influence your life. Including me.

There’s a website where you can see the commercial. I think it’s http://www.rubberbandman.officemax.com. Or you could just google rubberband man commercial.

There’s something WRONG with being Metrosexual??? I LOVE my not-gay, metrosexual husband!

I love babies who play with toiletries. If my daugher isn’t holding a toothbrush or a box of tampons, she’s just not happy.

I have to say, she does look beautiful in pink.

Probably the cowbell one Shiz.

I think this is my favorite picture of Leta ever.

i don’t dress up chaeli in pink all the much. but her grandparents do. actually, i dress her up in pink to get the grandparental units off my back. i also take artsy photo’s of her… like in black and white, close-ups, and other perspective shots. they hate it.

and all i can say to them is… “pbbbffft! take your own photos then!”

leta’s hair grew FAST! it looks great!

shy: One of the grandmothers of our little clowns tells me “You NEVER send me pictures of them!” and proceeds to “finish the roll of film in her camera (that she just happened to bring) every time she visits. Last time I asked her how many pictures she had left on the roll, she told me one or two — turns out, it was a brand new roll of film that she had just “finished off”.

What really bugs me is when other family members get the pictures SHE’S taken of MY kids before I do!

My mom takes pictures that are bad and then keep them ALL, like the back of someone’s arm at my brother’s wedding. Why is THAT on display?

OM gosh, that is a gorgeous picture of a gorgeous baby.

I almost posted first the other day but stopped because I didn’t want to be first or be involved in any talk about being first. Those posts used to annoy me, then I was just in wonder about the why, why WHY? of it.

I have to say though, that morning, realizing (when the form suddenly said that commenting was no longer available on that picture) others were furiously posting made me realize something. It’s not totally about trying to stand out and be competitive. It’s about the suspense of waiting for a moment to happen – over which you have no control, but which you know will happen.

It must be like being in a particular place at a particular time and waiting for a recurring rainbow or something. Like being the first kid in the town to see the Pony Express riding up. Like being the person on the shore seeing the cargo ship come into the bay.

Like a Twilight Zone episode, having a hand touch you from another universe, you know that hand is coming to touch you, but you don’t knwo exactly when…a familiar magical hand bearing pictures and typing amusing messages – sent from the void.

I still don’t want to post first, but I think I get it. “There are always several sides to every story.”

Now I am wondering why people complain about what other people post…

Okay, I may have gotten a little harsh there.

I just feel like it’s ODD that people are in competition to have the *first* comment. That takes away any possibility of actually responding to what’s going on, instead it’s about the ME ME ME ME aspect of it, which shouldn’t really exist.

I am a Dooce addict. I read this site every day, and check compulsively. We’d all like to have a friend as cool as Heather, and we come here to live vicariously, perhaps, or just for a daily dose of Dooce to brighten our little corners of the world.

But I have no impluse to try to thrust myself into the forefront of Dooce’s readers, and I feel like people who do are, well, creepy. And need to get jobs/lives/hobbies (this said by a 23 year old who works for her mother FROM HOME.)

So I have no place to judge, blah blah. And nothing I can say here will convince anyone to reexamine their priorities or anything. Argh.

Colleen from NJ – I’m not fooling myself. I’d be a metrosexual if I could afford it. I’d be a BMW driving, Armani wearing, manicured metrosexual if I had the dough. Instead, I’m a old subaru driving, hole-in-the-knee jean wearing, cut-my-own-damn-nails, plain old guy. (I did have a manicure once. She told me I had nice cuticles!)

I read a bunch of websites where people compete to be first to comment on a new post. I find it curious that everyone here needs to deconstruct it so much.

And now I sound all assy and superior. But yet I post. Oy.

Shiz – I doubt it, she was probably just trying to get a better tip, and the only nice thing she could say about me is that I have nice cuticles. Then again, I can never tell if a girl is hitting on me. I’m clueless. Thus, I’m single. (sob)

When something pisses me of that is completely not important or personal to me – I gotta ask myself: Self, are you here to bitch, or to participate?

I see no harm in asking myself or others to reconsider our knee-jerk reactions. Or deconstruct if’n it learns me sumthin.

I thought it was really fun being first only because the odds were so against it. It happened by accident…I just was looking at the site when I saw the thumbnail change.

And Kate, I am addicted to this site, but guess what? I have friends that are just as cool as Heather and I can hang out with them, and DO. Yes, judge not…blah blah blah.

I don’t hold Dooce on a pedastool…I just dig her website.

Well said, Self.:)

Furthermore, no matter what you say or when you say it, someone out there will want to call you names. You can’t please everybody. I say be yourself, and you’ll be fine.

(unless yourself sucks!)