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  • By Babyslime
  • 27 October, 2010
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Times like this are difficult, and it reminds me that raising a teenager is really damn hard. I know it’s hard for everyone; teenagers are challenging and obnoxious and brilliant and push boundaries and are supposed to be the best-and-worst part of raising a child… But raising your teenage sister … Continue Reading →


My cat Chloe suddenly came down with a massive case of fat head that prompted us to take her to a 24-hour emergency vet clinic, where they diagnosed a massive abscess on her forehead and did a quick surgery to drain it and insert some tubes. She’ll have the little … Continue Reading →


… So like I was saying, I’m an auntie! Sophia Katherine was born on October 18th, at 12:29pm weighing 7lbs 8oz. In these images she’s four hours old.


(I’ll get back on track in a minute, but I wanted to have this side rant about birth in our culture and how fucked up it is. While not really about my SIL, it’s certainly inspired by it). Cesarean is to birth options as thin is to beauty standards. Favored, … Continue Reading →


My sister-in-law’s water just broke. She’s not in labour yet. She’s 40+2. They went to the hospital to get her a heavy dose of antibiotics and the doctor told them to go home (Huh?) but come back at 6am (there we go). Their doc didn’t say it but I know … Continue Reading →


Three backlogged sessions: a large family, a wedding, and a surprise! shoot. There’s a fuckton of pictures in here, but they’re awesome so you should look.


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  • By Babyslime
  • 16 October, 2010
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“Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me again and YOU’RE A CUNT. YOU’RE A FUCKING CUNT AND I FUCKING HATE YOU, YOU FUCKING CUNT.” – Curtis, on Krazy’s phone harassment this evening. As a plus, she identified us as “Marika’s guardians” at least … Continue Reading →


Oh my god… I CAN EAT. I CAN DRINK. I CAN WAAAAALK. This is a placeholder to say that I am still here, and okay to some degree. I’m working on entries, but I haven’t been able to really do anything for weeks now due to pretty severe hyperemesis. I … Continue Reading →