It's ok.

I'll just be heading out soon for even more redheaded sluts.

Neener.

If she wants. No pressure. She could also kill for money, whatever makes her happy.

Such the supportive dad! Can she take over the world?

Well, yes, naturally. It's a tradition to pass the family business on to one's heirs, isn't it?

In fact, why stop at the world?

"Someday, Punkin-butt, all this will be yours. Yes, the Moon, too. Yes, and Mars. No, nobody wants Pluto, it's not a planet anymore. Yes, 'Xena', sure."

Suzi! I'm all a-squee! Much kidney~ma for your mum.

iI just don't see how it's doable, at least not without boxing up pretty much all the rest of our books and putting them into storage until the eventual move to the East Bay.

We had to draw up sketches and measure things carefully.

Our bedroom is 10x10, and has one of the two closets in the house (door), plus is open to the unheated room that used to be porch (other door), and contains a wall register for heating, so we had to (for the duration of crib-in-roomness) get rid of our bedside tables (stored in basement).

It's like Tetris with furniture.

You may want to look into the slightly-smaller portable crib option, too.

Or just do what we're doing, and co-sleep, but we're co-sleeping by accident, and I can't say I suggest it as a lifestyle choice no matter WHAT Doctor Fucking Sears says, because if you thought cats could take up space, wait until you see what a toddler can do, oy, and hello? My desire to have intimate relations DID, in fact, eventually reappear after being AWOL for about a year and a half, and I'd like my bed back, please.

Hmm. Got editorial there, I fear.

Are you planning on eventually doubling her and Emmett up?

But,MM, don't you always want to be Batman?

OMG! SUZI! GO KIDNEY! GO KIDNEY!

But,MM, don't you always want to be Batman?

Well, yes. But usually there's someone back at the Batcave to help with the Batbaby. You know, with the feeding and the changing and the teaching the Batbaby ninjitsu and all.

Now she's just gonna make the whole thing difficult. If nothing else, I'll be skulking in the shadows waiting to swoop down on some evildoer and she'll blow my cover by yelling "Firetruck! Firetruck!"

Actually, usually it sounds like she's saying "Fireshuck! Fireshuck!" which is either a really fast corn-husking term or a neat way of saying "Popcorn".

Sometimes it sounds like "Fireshuck!" but with a different consonant in place of the "sh". And that sounds like...like...

Like something you really would like or something you REALLY wouldn't.

yay kidney ma~ for mom !

Oh, Suzi! Every good thought in the world headed your mom's way.