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Yesterday someone called me a money-grubbing whore, and I was all, money? February 10, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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The Monsters February 10, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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How to Charm Me February 9, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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ABC, easy as 123 February 9, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Thinking (and totally freaking out) February 9, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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It’s alive! February 9, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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You should ask her about the time I made dood balls for my Mormon boyfriend, Kovar February 8, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Hi Ho Silver! February 8, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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This is what happens when you tell the dog that no, he can’t come to the grocery store with you and the baby February 8, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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How to Annoy Me February 7, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Mac catalogs are now banned from this household February 7, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Eli sharing his big book with Leta: UBER CUTE February 7, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Shocking revelations February 6, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Little Lady February 6, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Friends with clean hair February 5, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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How to Charm Me February 4, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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It’s not like he told anybody to SUCK IT or anything February 4, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Wait, wait, wait . . . February 4, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Just a few hours before our lives changed forever February 3, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Newsletter: Month Twelve February 3, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Here’s a blurry shot of me kissing my lovely daughter so that you will forgive me for the rest of it February 2, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Thinking February 2, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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This is what happens when you have to go pee, and the baby insists upon joining you February 2, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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February 2005 February 1, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Feeling Guilty February 1, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Leta’s Goddess of Love February 1, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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First Secty February 1, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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NY Times, gateway drug to Playboy January 31, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Leta, I promise I will pay for ALL of your therapy bills January 31, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Welcome to my online shrine to parental self-absorption! January 30, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Day of Destruction January 30, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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The moral of the story January 28, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Bye, bye, bye, BYE BYE January 28, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Chuckacabra January 28, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Feeling Guilty January 27, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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I always feel like somebody’s watching me January 27, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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By the look on her face I don’t think she appreciated being photographed by a mere civilian January 27, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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If only there were a category for Sappiest Weblog Entry of the Year January 26, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Beer hickey January 26, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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How to Charm Me January 25, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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The beginning of the end of her little Buddha belly January 25, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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You turn it like THIS to focus, dude January 25, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Once this guy tried to pick me up with, “Hey, I’m from Hoboken. Where you from?” January 24, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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And then there’s lots of work to be done January 24, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Family portrait January 24, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Enjoying January 23, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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On the way to Grandma’s January 23, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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If you look closely you can see the third tooth January 23, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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Don’y give up, gotta do what you wanna do! BOOM BOOM BOOM January 22, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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I cannot decide what to call this photo, will you help me? January 22, 2005 by Heather B. Armstrong |
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