Spike ,'Same Time, Same Place'
[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.
Wait. What did I miss here?!
Someone upthread linked to a story saying Leif had competition for Kara--there was a three year old in Queens (?) who while his mom was out buying a new lock (because he'd figured out how to open the door) and his dad was napping, hopped on a bus, paid for it, snuck into the movie theater to watch Robots. That's DAMN smart, for a three year old.
In similar news, this makes me laugh, and think of Deena:
Thanks, meara! That was fricking HI-larious. Poor woman. If anything, I'm tempted to send her some money for an occassional babysitter, so she doesn't put them up for sale again.
Home now, consuming a root beer float. It is so good to read through here and see everyone's good wishes. Thank you so very, very much.
I went and said good-bye: sat in the bedroom holding my mom's hand and just being with him (so small and gray, jaw slack, so still, not frightening, only sorrowful and wrong). His widow made us tea and cookies and talked about taking a cruise to Alaska with her son and grandson. My mom called the Neptune Society. The LVN packed up all his things in a little white trash bag, and his girlfriend and her brother drove up in a rattly rusty car to take him home. When my mom thanked him, he ducked his head and started to grin and then stopped himself. We went into my Cappy's office, with the desk covered with pictures of his grandkids. I went back and said goodbye one more time before going to pick Emmett up from daycare. I wanted to touch him one more time but I couldn't do it.
Emmett was sober and sweet, and Hec made me a root beer float. I feel small and cold and hollow. I hate it. I feel lost and faithless and adrift. He died so well and peacefully, and I'm so glad for him but so greedy and selfish. I want him, him, him, my Cappy.
Fucking mortality. Whose lousy idea was this?
::kicks universe::
{{{JZ}}}. I am so sorry for your loss.
{{JZ}}
Aww, JZ, I'm so sorry, honey. I know he'd been ill for ages, but it's still so sad to lose someone you love.
Sushi remains good.
I've been on the go since 6am. We now have windows that don't suck, Lillian has not only regained her birthweight, she's a pound over what she was at her last appointment (actually 1lb 1.5oz over), and appears to be in fine shape. (When telling my mother about the weight gain, she said, and I think this is a direct quote, "Damn, you're a Jersey." Yes, she was talking about cows. Face, meet palm.)
Small baby still (25th percentile for length), but big headed (75th percentile), which cracks me up, because we are SO the family of short people with big noggins. She handled her second heel prick with a scream or two, and then a face-dive back to the comfort of the boob.
ION, I have no supply problems when it comes to milk. If the weight gain wasn't a clue, the freaking flood (more milk than I put on my cereal in the morning) that came out during a mid-feeding break tonight would most certainly be.
t /baby natter
Jilli should be in charge of all future baby clothing purchases, BTW. For all well-dressed babies, not just mine.
Jilli should be in charge of all future baby clothing purchases, BTW. For all well-dressed babies, not just mine.
I'm okay with that. Really, I am. I still need to find Tickybox a red & white striped onesie, just like Toby wears in Labyrinth.
JZ, I'm so sorry. Yes, mortality is a dumb idea.
JZ, darling, I am so sorry for your loss.
JZ, mortality is hateful. I am sorry you are hurting and am so sorry for your loss. I hate that small, cold, hollow feeling.
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Someone upthread linked to a story saying Leif had competition for Kara--there was a three year old in Queens (?) who while his mom was out buying a new lock (because he'd figured out how to open the door) and his dad was napping, hopped on a bus, paid for it, snuck into the movie theater to watch Robots. That's DAMN smart, for a three year old.Oh my word, it's Chris. I hope the mother kicked the father in the head for napping when he was home with Houdini, after they'd already discovered the kid knew how to get out of the house.
In similar news, this makes me laugh, and think of Deena: [link]
Thanks, meara! That was fricking HI-larious. Poor woman. If anything, I'm tempted to send her some money for an occassional babysitter, so she doesn't put them up for sale again.It was hilarious, but I'm more inclined to send her money for a better custody lawyer, if the father really has coke habit. And if he really has a coke habit, I'm wondering how she ever decided she could leave them with him for 9 days, while she went to Cancun.
Oh, {{{JZ}}} I am so very sorry for your loss.
It's morning. I feel hung over or something. Isn't that how it always is after a rough night?