Aha! My doctor plan prevailed after all!!!
You're nice, and you're funny and you don't smoke, and okay, werewolf, but that's not all the time. I mean, three days out of the month, I'm not much fun to be around, either.
Willow ,'Get It Done'
Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[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.
Nora Deirdre - Oct 26, 2006 10:26:38 am PDT #8798 of 10000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Amy - Oct 26, 2006 10:31:06 am PDT #8799 of 10000
Because books.
Antibiotic cream. I limped into the pharmacy with my numb toe and dropped it off -- Stephen's going to pick it up. And I have to go back in two weeks to have him check how it healed.
The numbness is wearing off, but where he gave me the shots is beginning to get sore. Bleh.
Sara was so good, though -- she came with, and totally turned on the charm. And he's excellent with kids -- he kept telling her hold my hand, and asking her about her Polly Pocket and the Goldfish she was munching on. And when he told her she'd better drive him, she laughed and laughed -- "You so funny, Doc!" She actually called him Doc, which cracked me up.
Cashmere - Oct 26, 2006 10:31:10 am PDT #8800 of 10000
Now tagless for your comfort.
Drape baby with head at your elbow and bum at your hand...then tuck that bum right under the faucet flow.
This was the technique my midwife taught me, but even as a newborn the only sink Mal could fit into was the kitchen sink.
The only image I have in my head is that baby poop is often the consistency of peanut butter. The wipes are pretty much necessary to get rid of the stuff clinging to the behind. The thought getting that in any sink in my house makes me ill, considering I prepare food near one sink and brush my teeth near the other one. Clothes that are victim of diaper failure are rinsed in the laundry sink or the bathtub. Also, once a baby is over 10-12lbs and squirmy, it seems impossible--unless you've got Popeye forearms.
Amy, glad you got it out. Hope the toe is on the mend.
Aims - Oct 26, 2006 10:36:17 am PDT #8801 of 10000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
You're supposed to change diapers?????
Fuck.
Sean K - Oct 26, 2006 10:37:01 am PDT #8802 of 10000
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Change them into what?
Aims - Oct 26, 2006 10:37:47 am PDT #8803 of 10000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Babies, it seems. I have no clue.
Beverly - Oct 26, 2006 10:37:51 am PDT #8804 of 10000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Yay for glassless toe, AmyLiz!
Um, there was more. I forgot.
Cashmere - Oct 26, 2006 10:41:32 am PDT #8805 of 10000
Now tagless for your comfort.
Mooooooom! Aimee made me nearly choke to death!
Connie Neil - Oct 26, 2006 10:44:09 am PDT #8806 of 10000
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The only image I have in my head is that baby poop is often the consistency of peanut butter. The wipes are pretty much necessary to get rid of the stuff clinging to the behind. The thought getting that in any sink in my house makes me ill, considering I prepare food near one sink and brush my teeth near the other one.
Thank you, Jesus, that I never had kids.
Laura - Oct 26, 2006 10:49:07 am PDT #8807 of 10000
Our wings are not tired.
Ouch! Shots in toe bad. But yay for no more glass in toe. (I keep typing tow!)
I have such a bad memory that I barely remember changing the boys. I do remember Bobby destroying the pants of a customer that was bouncing him on his knee. That was fun. I did get looks at times from people, both for the diapers and the nursing, because they were so big for their ages. Oh well.