But I couldn't resist holding her and rocking her one last time before putting her in her crib.
Awww...I get this cute little image, and then I think about your tag (which I love, by the way), and the food imagery mixes with the baby imagery, and I go to a scary place.
I'm sorry, P-C. I'm not sure why pancake-eating and baby-rocking makes for such a scary image. It wasn't supposed to be scary.
Oh, you shouldn't apologize! I'm the one who should be apologizing for having visions of you planning to eat your child.
Tim--that is so freaking cool that you were there! In a large piece of small-worldness, the BF was there with our friend Elizabeth, who was in the Disney program with Jane Espenson. It's all part of The Great Circle of writing Life.
I got to have birthday dnner with Kat on her birthday, which makes me the luckiest person on earth.
Oooh, Robin, you are *very* lucky. Of course, that means that Kat got to have dinner with you, which is also pretty damn lucky.
The Great Circle of Life.
Are you going to break into a
Lion King
song?
I got to have birthday dnner with Kat on her birthday,
Nope! I'm extra lucky that I got to have dinner with you in my favorite neighborhood restaurant without denying the WBB a chance to go to HIS favorite neighborhood restaurant.
pesky typing issue
oh damn.
Now I realize I should have sent cake home with you, Robin.
Look at Kat, thoughtful of others even on her Natal Day.
ETA--I was speaking of her not wanting to cheat WBB of his dinner experience, but it applies to cake-age as well!
Or perhaps she is simply discovering that there is, in fact, such a thing as TOO MUCH CAKE.
such a thing as TOO MUCH CAKE.
Perhaps, yet unproven.
The sum of cake = TOO MUCH CAKE is so great that that I have yet to experience it.