t runs in to view the gothy semi-spam

t sees multiple posts on baby poo

t runs away quickly

Doooooooomed.

Wrod. And if you were my teacher, Fay, I believe our days around here would get awfully full of "Ms. Jay says this..." and "That's how Ms. Jay does it." because as a student I had a hero-worship problem and because I quote you all the time, aifg.

Susan, that is a wonderful tribute. I just loved it. Thank you for sharing it, and thank D. for writing it.

There are many phrases I loved, but I think I liked "a man from the time when men were made of iron and ate coffee and drank eggs" the very best.

My husband waxes eloquent about my dad

Oh, Susan, that's lovely.

Doooooooomed.

You are a smitten kitten, my friend. In deep smit.

Susan, Dylan is a gorgeous writer himself, isn't he? Your dad sounds like someone I would have liked very much, had I met him. And the picture was wonderful. That's one to keep for Annabel.

{{{Susan}}}

Raq, Hec's advice is what I would have given. At least, the corn syrup part. We used a tablespoon of corn syrup in 8 oz of formula whenever needed and it worked just fine. All my babies needed it and none of them seem to have been harmed by it.

Huh. Interesting x-post with Cindy. I had no idea.

Raq: Re Hec's advice, you're not supposed to give either corn syrup or honey to children under one year of age. Both contain Botulism spores which older children and adults kill off, no problem, but infants don't always have the necessary enzymes or whatever.

You are a smitten kitten, my friend. In deep smit.

Yep. Met her for the first time tonight. There's doomage afoot.

Susan, Dylan is a gorgeous writer himself, isn't he?

Oh, absolutely. I keep trying to make him sit down and write some of the ideas for short stories and novels he keeps having. Totally different from anything I'd write, of course--he starts from the idea or theme, while I build from characters. He once spent half an hour over dinner explaining his idea for a sort of half-dystopian, half-utopian future world. Absolutely fascinating worldbuilding, but when I asked him who the protagonist was and what the plot would entail, he didn't know that part yet.

Your dad sounds like someone I would have liked very much, had I met him. And the picture was wonderful. That's one to keep for Annabel.

It's one of the last of the two of them together. It struck me, when we were home in June, how Annabel would be content to sit quietly in his lap when she had no patience for that with anyone else. She'll sidle up to you for comfort or a brief cuddle every so often, but she'd rather run and explore than snuggle, on the whole. But somehow she knew that Dad was in no shape to chase her or romp with her on the floor, and that her presence was comforting to him.