How are you doing? How many weeks left? How's PTB?
6-8, depending on my blood pressure. I hit the point where eating becomes hard a few days ago, which is kind of annoying, and as of Thursday, she was head-down (stay that way, kid), which explains the increase in rib-bruising whacks from the inside.
She seems to delight in making me uncomfortable now.
She seems to delight in making me uncomfortable now.
She's practicing for adolescence.
She seems to delight in making me uncomfortable now.
Yeah, Emeline would frequently use my ribs to hook her feet into and swing around. Specifically at 3 am.
She's practicing for adolescence.
That, too.
I was looking at her toys last night, and she has 4 or 5 stuffed animals with fangs and a plush facesucker from Alien.
We are so wierd.
I was looking at her toys last night, and she has 4 or 5 stuffed animals with fangs and a plush facesucker from Alien.
So, she's being raised properly, is what you're saying here.
a plush facesucker from Alien.
Those are so cute! Plus in our culture, children tend to pick up an irrational fear of facesucker aliens, so it's good to combat that.
Great job on the paper vw. It's clear that you put a lot of work into it, and that you're interested in the subject. I always hated it when people would write papers about something they couldn't give 2 craps about, but was on the guide or the teacher mentioned it as a possible subject. Count me as one of those looking forward to seeing what you can do with an expanded version.
So, she's being raised properly, is what you're saying here.
Perzactly. Of course, I wonder when I should start looking for wee baby corsets.
Of course, I wonder when I should start looking for wee baby corsets.
I'd say it's never too early.
Teacher also says that she is "so good and so beautiful. Thank you for bringing her."
Awww!
They let us out of work at 3pm. Whoot! I left my car, got a coworker to drive me to the metro. It hadn't started sticking until about 1pm, but it's definitely coming down out there....and still not really sticking, here in town. Yay for coworkers who live farther from work than I do.
The butt-bow song.
Dierdre Flint! She's also got a great song about wanting to be a cheerleader.