Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I feel like everyone is getting a new lease on life. I'm dying to go visit and hug them all.
YEAH! That's great.
The
Bear in the Big Blue House
potty training episode is fantastic. It has served all three of my children, very well. My cousin taped it, and a bunch of the other Bear episodes for us, when Ben was training. If I can find the tape, I'll send it to you, Cashmere.
The mystic order of the toileteers...
We caught that Maisy episode. Chris was impressed. He's "so proud" of Maisy. Of course, he peed his bed last night, but I saw that coming, and didn't do anything to stop it. He's got a lousy cold, and so I gave him Benedryl and some Motrin. Then he wanted some orange juice. It was very soon before bedtime, but I let him have the juice, because I figured it would be good for his cold. And I'm sure it was...just not so good for the sheets.
I left his bed unmade today, so the rubber sheet would dry and air off, after we cleaned it. When I went to put fresh sheets on this afternoon, I found he'd ripped it. He's been trained for more than a year, but his night-dryness is still hit or miss. At least a couple of times a month, there's an accident (although now he usually wakes and goes to the bathroom).
I taped the rip, because I wasn't going out at 6:00 to buy a new rubber sheet, and am really hoping we can be rid of it in a few months, anyhow.
The mystic order of the toileteers...
Heh.
At least a couple of times a month, there's an accident (although now he usually wakes and goes to the bathroom)
That's still pretty damned good for his age. I think my BiL slept in diapers until he was nearly 6. They wanted to do that hormonal nasal thing but my MiL wouldn't allow it. She just figured he'd stop when he was ready.
Anyone else think it's weird I went through potty-training with my brother in law?
Hec! I sit here all alone in a martini built for two!
I always forget you have such a young b-i-l, Cashmere. That's so funny that you know about his toilet training.
When Chris was first trained, he never wet the bed. He was dry in the morning, long before he was trained, because I got lazy about training him, and marketing our old house derailed our first attempt. The wetting started I don't know--six or nine months ago. At first it was here or there. Then it was frequent. Then I talked to him. I didn't want to trot him to the doctor for what I thought was just heavy sleeping. When I talked to him, I explained he needed to wake up when he felt like he had to pee, and he did. Now it's only occasional, and usually there's a reason, like a drink right before bed.
Emily, your tag is cracking me up.
Hec! I sit here all alone in a martini built for two!
Awww, I can't IM until I get home with Emmett. Sorry! I should've mentioned that.
That'll be about 7pm my time - 10 yours.
When I was sick, I did it a lot, especially when feverish. He might not have been able to stop that.
The Westminster Dog Show is on tonight. DH is asleep (still tired from the ick) and the boy is down (at least for now--he *may* wake up at least once). Tonight, I'm hunkering down with a ginger ale and some cute dogs.
I always forget you have such a young b-i-l, Cashmere. That's so funny that you know about his toilet training.
Christopher always used to comment that BiL would NEVER know him without me. Which is true. We started dating when BiL was 2, so I'm pretty much part of the package. I'm glad I got to watch him grow up. I don't have younger sibs so this was fun for me. His first day of kindergarten, his drum set, his guitar--his first CAR!
When I was sick, I did it a lot, especially when feverish. He might not have been able to stop that.
Oh yes, I'm sure. And the Benedryl knocks *me* out cold (when it doesn't make me anxious), so I can imagine what it does to a little guy. Really though, I looked at that orange juice going down, and thought I should probably have him visit the bathroom when I went to bed. I just plain forgot. I knew better. It was nearly 8pm. I'm tempted to tell Christopher you've got his back, erika.
Mary Kay Letourneau and Vili Fualaau are getting married. Huh. [link]
Christopher always used to comment that BiL would NEVER know him without me. Which is true. We started dating when BiL was 2, so I'm pretty much part of the package. I'm glad I got to watch him grow up. I don't have younger sibs so this was fun for me. His first day of kindergarten, his drum set, his guitar--his first CAR!
He's like one of Scott's older nephews--the one that was brought up by Scott's folks for some time. He's graduating this year. I don't know where the time went. He was so cute as our ring bearer.
Cashmere, so nice to hear your mother's surgery went well. What a relief for you all. A little ~ma for you, DH and O, also, just to help get rid of the last of the icks.
Brenda, knee~ma for your father.
Happy Anniversary to Deena and Greg! So cool to have it on Valentine's Day. Embrace the schmoop, I say.
I need to do laundry, but have not the motivation. Anyone got some they can loan me?
Betsy, Maria, JZ, Cindy, and Trudes have new tags.
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I had to pop in to tell the story of The Time Sunil Lost His Keys. Because, see, I don't do this sort of thing.
I noticed they weren't on the desk, and they weren't in my pocket. I looked all around the square foot of desk right in front of me, seeing no sign of them.
They must be in my jacket pocket. I looked. No.
Aha! I left them in the door. No.
Okay, wait a sec. It was physically impossible for them not to be in the apartment, since I had used them to get in, and I had in fact
felt them in my pocket
five hours ago. And I hadn't left.
I looked everywhere. In the cupboards. In the refrigerator. On the table. In the couch. In the underwear drawer. On the shelves. In the bathroom. This made no sense at all.
I saw the bed, and remembered how I'd lain on it a few hours ago.
And there they were. Right on the bedspread. In plain fucking sight.
I am a moron. The end.