Eviction Notice

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30-DAY NOTICE TO VACATE
To Mr. or Miss Baby Wagner:

You are hereby notified that you are in violation of the rules, regulations, rental agreement, and/or obligations or restrictions applicable to your tenancy of the premises commonly known as YOUR MOTHER'S UTERUS.

Pursuant to the provisions of your due date, you are hereby given an eviction notice and ordered to vacate the womb, on or before October 25, 2009.

The reasons for this notice are:

1) Numerous complaints about nightly disturbances.

2) Undue destruction to landlord's property (i.e. physical discomfort and stress to bladder, cervix, and abdominal structures), as well as potentially permanent alterations to landlord's facade (stretch marks).

3) Pilfering resources (blood, fluids, energy) from landlord without adequate repayment.

4) The term for which you rented the property is nearly over.

You are instructed to comply with your obligations and vacate the womb within 30 (thirty) days of service of this notice.

Toddler TMI

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Just a few examples of phrases that spill from the mouth of my babe. Someday, they'll be totally inappropriate, but for now, they make us laugh:

Bronwynn (to her bff Austin as they both were playing on the bed): "Austi, lie down please! ...mwah!" (She threw her arm around him and showered him with kisses. Had they not been 22 months old, I would have fit her for a chastity belt.)

...to Kris as he was preparing to take a shower: "Dada, you shower?" When Kris said "yes," B sat down on the bathroom floor and said, "Ok! B watch!" (Who knew showering was a spectator sport?)

"Mama, I am soooooo high!"

"Mama, you went pee pee on potty! Yay!!"

Party of Three

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Call it sentimentality. Call it hormones. But lately, I've been a little weepy thinking about our family of 3 growing into a family of 4. It's bittersweet to imagine Bronwynn no longer being our only child. How can we fathom it? Her personality has a way of spilling over and filling a room so completely that it's hard to focus on anything (or anyone) else.

Twenty-three months ago when our doctor laid our little, pink, curly haired baby on my chest, I had absolutely no idea we'd enjoy so many moments like these:

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Face it. She's a tough act to follow.

Yet, I can't help but think we're about to double our fun and give her one of life's best gifts: a sibling, playmate...and a dancing partner.

About The Daily B

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In October 2007, our daughter B was born. Soon after, we tossed out the parenting books and decided to wing it. Things went so well that in October 2009, we welcomed a baby boy, and realized we had already forgotten everything we learned the first time around.

The Daily B chronicles the snapshots, (mis)adventures, and truths of new parenthood. We believe wholeheartedly in parenting by instinct, trusting your intuition and having as much fun as possible. We also like to keep things green and simple around our house, so you'll see many fun DIY, budget home design, and upcycling projects on the blog too. 


The mom behind The Daily B is Gina DeMillo Wagner, an award-winning magazine writer, storyteller and photographer. She adores mournful folk songs, the smell of a freshly burned match, mountain breezes, and buttercream. Her dream job would be penning the next hit HBO drama with Alan Ball (creator of "Six Feet Under"). But in the meantime, she's pursuing her goal of taking a photo every day and finding a home for her parenting memoir, HIDING PLACES, currently represented by the Claire Gerus Literary Agency.

Check Gina's her other site and get in touch if you have a project you'd like her to consider. Looking for a lifestyle photographer in the Phoenix, AZ or Boulder, CO areas? Click here.


Or, if you have a question or comment regarding The Daily B, email us: DailyB.blog [at] gmail.com


Adventure Resume: Brainard Lake

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Just another afternoon adventure with Dada....



The Belly, 34 weeks

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Is it just me, or has this kid grown exponentially in the past three weeks? Compare HERE

16 Kids and Counting....

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Last weekend, we teamed up with 11 other families--24 adults (3 of whom are 7-8 months pregnant...ahem), 3 dogs, and 16 kids under age 2--and we did the unthinkable. We drove to the mountains and went camping. In tents. Next to a lake.

Recipe for disaster? Not exactly....



We had a whole campground to ourselves with a pavilion where we cooked group meals.




One family brought a paddleboat. Another a raft and sail boat. All were a big hit!



And when that got boring, there was no shortage of logs, rocks, sticks, and dirt to entertain the kids.




We didn't sleep much, but that's not the point of camping with kids, is it??

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