Cashmere, how's your back feeling?

Not only did Steph not mind, she was wonderful about reassuring me that my child was not a little monster. I do sometimes worry about this stage and it makes me reluctant to take on the task of taking him out amongst the Humans. But if I don't, he'll never learn how to behave.

O is just exerting his 2-year-old-ness. He's still a total cutehead, especially when he's exclaiming "To impinity....and beyond!" He also does a completely random primal yell, which I took to doing right back at him. And at one point when he was yelling "Apple juice! Apple juice!" I yelled "Budweiser! Budweiser!" He looked a bit perplexed.

She was also a trooper and took care of Liv while I was chasing O around the zoo and wrestling him back into the stroller when he refused to hold my hand or follow me.

There was no trooper-ness about it; Liv is my new main squeeze. She is a total honeybunny and it was only sheer force of will that stopped me from keeping her when you left.

He also does a completely random primal yell

Christopher just says he's sounding his barbaric yawp. Primal is a good word here.

My back is actually very good at the moment. Had a nice, hot bath and DH did all the bath and bedtime stuff. Thanks!

Now I find that it's really a dedication ceremony for their new baby, and presents for baby and for parents are implicitly expected.

A dedi-what now? Screw that.

Now I find that it's really a dedication ceremony for their new baby, and presents for baby and for parents are implicitly expected. And, it's an outdoor thing and it's going to rain like the devil. Now I wish I'd begged off. Damn. I'm just going to assume from now on that any party I get invited to, I'm expected to bring presents.

Expected? Um, no. Tack-y.

And, dammit, I'm flat broke right now. I don't have the spare $$ to go buying stuff for anyone who isn't me and starving. I don't want to put flowers and onesies on my overburdened credit card. Dammit.

Don't. If you are broke, this is a good excuse to not buy a gift.

Oh, I'd love to retract my RSVP, but she's still miffed at me for not going to her wedding, and I have to work with her. Dammit. Although entertaining, she's a very self-centered person, and now that she's had her first baby (got pregnant on the honeymoon, for heaven's sake), she's insufferable. Every word is about the baby (who, granted, is a sweetie) or what a sublime experience motherhood is, with the implication that being a mommy makes her better than us who ain't. I'm happy that her life is just what she wanted and her baby is cute, but damn. I spent over $100 on her baby shower, now I gotta bring MORE presents?

Sorry. Ranting. I'd be calmer if I weren't broke.

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Punctuation a-plenty to them as needs it - so sorry, perishing inevitability of no internet at home and kids all day at school.

One quick question to Juliana/them as knows - who is Corb?

Would I like them? I need more country music.

Corb Lund, and yes [link]

Want me to send you some?

Breaking out of my miff to say welcome back, Toddson. Some scary shit you just went through; glad to see you're okay.

The first words out of her mouth *should* have been, "she's going to be ok."

My cousin and I start every call about our grandmother with, "Mimi's fine." In fact, I got that call this morning, "Mimi's fine. She was having some issues and they think she may have had a heart attack, but dad says the tests are normal."

There's also the part where everybody in the family has a different story about what someone's medical condition is. This family contains the same grandmother (the one in the hospital) who told me my uncle was decapitated, but was doing fine now.

Thanks everyone for the talking last night. Mostly recovered, but it's a subject I'd like to revisit with Mr. H when emotions aren't so high.