Kiddies!
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[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.
So apparently my babywrangling skills need a little work ...
This would be a good time to dig into the fetish catalog and wear something all latex if there's going to be a lot of soup flinging.
Sadly, there are no baby-wrangling skills anywhere that compete with a toddler entranced with messes. They make 'em, we just get to clean 'em up.
This would be a good time to dig into the fetish catalog and wear something all latex if there's going to be a lot of soup flinging.
Yep, time to dig out the PVC governess uniform. Thankfully, I had managed to remove the cup with the last of the soup about a minute before she decided to flip her tray on the floor. She looked so happy when she did that, too.
Sadly, there are no baby-wrangling skills anywhere that compete with a toddler entranced with messes. They make 'em, we just get to clean 'em up.
A-Fucking-Men.
Em emptied the lower shelf of the bookcase yesterday while I was in another room. She came and got me, took me over to the pile, and said, UH-OH! Mess! Mess, Mommy!"
I told her to put the books back. She did three.
I wonder if she piled them there because that's her time-out spot.....?
(PS. I can't believe I'm a time-out parent. I always swore I wouldn't be. Buy hey - they work.)
I always swore I wouldn't be.
Why? Did you plan on using a cat o' nine tails?
Did you plan on using a cat o' nine tails?
She thought that by the time she had kids they would have invented baby-wrangling robots.
Why? Did you plan on using a cat o' nine tails?
No. I planned on having a perfect, mischief-free child.
bats eyelashes
They're always so proud of their messes, too. "I did dat!" Um, yay.
Sara imitates me perfectly. Sometimes she walks into the living room, surveys the battlefield of Mr. Potato Head and Little People parts, and shakes her head sadly: "What a mess."
No. I planned on having a perfect, mischief-free child.
Planning may not be your forte.
::glances discreetly at seam running down the middle of new dress::