I don't even want to think about the look she gave my BiL as she was walking back to the house. Give me chills just to mention it.Hee. To speak for my people, I'm quite sure she couldn't repress that look.
Spike: You pissed in the Big Man's Chair? That's fantastic! Gunn: Spike, can you please turn off that warm fuzzy? Spike: What, the Lorne thing? Worn off. I just think that's bloody fabulous.
'Life of the Party'
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.
Topic!Cindy - Jan 04, 2007 6:48:59 am PST #8817 of 10004
What is even happening?
Connie Neil - Jan 04, 2007 6:50:10 am PST #8818 of 10004
brillig
t once again reveling in my child-free state, wherein I never had to be faster than a speeding bullet to save some natural-selection-bound child
Ginger - Jan 04, 2007 6:51:20 am PST #8819 of 10004
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
While I was changing Olivia's diaper, Owen scaled the kitchen counter and tried to stick one of my metal shish kabob skewers (which had, up until now, been well hidden) into the plugged in toaster.
The outlets in the kitchen should be GFCI outlets (the ones with the reset button), which would have tripped the circuit. That's only been code for the last 15 or 20 years, so they might not be in the kitchen and bathroom. It's well worth the cost of replacing them, particularly if Owen thinks that sending the plugged-in hair dryer on a fantastic voyage is a good idea. t / electric company spokesperson
Aims - Jan 04, 2007 6:55:09 am PST #8820 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
My parents live a 100+ year old house. The stairs to the upstairs are pretty steep.
When we were there when Em was about 7 months and crawling EVERYWHERE, I went downstairs to do some laundry. Told my bro and dad to watch the baby.
I came back up and ... no baby.
"Where's the baby?"
"Huh?" "Were we watching her?"
"Obviously not."
Em was on the landing at the top of the stairs. Sitting on her butt, clapping her hands, just as happy as can be.
DavidS - Jan 04, 2007 6:59:25 am PST #8821 of 10004
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I spend my parenting days overlooking babyhood and toddlerhood in a constant state of ready alertness. I am Worst Case Scenario Guy and once yelled at EM because she wasn't walking behind Emmett when he was going up a stone stairway (without a rail!) when he was 2.
My brain is like Jason Bourne constantly calculating the risk ratio in any scenario. There was never a time in Emmett's toddler days where I wasn't between him and the street. I let that leash out verrrrrry slowwwwwly.
Ginger - Jan 04, 2007 7:03:57 am PST #8822 of 10004
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
The other day, a friend's 2 1/2-year-old told her mother, "When you go to sleep, I'm going to unlock the door, walk to Publix and buy some fruity treats." This is the same kid who recently, when someone asked why a light was on, said, "I got on my stool and turned it on." They had previously thought the switch was too high for him. I expect to find he's been found toddling towards Publix any day now.
Cashmere - Jan 04, 2007 7:04:12 am PST #8823 of 10004
Now tagless for your comfort.
We have those outlets in the bathrooms but not kitchen. The kitchen outlets have plug protectors.
Ginger, would we have to have an electrician install those outlets or is this something Christopher could do on his own?
I've discovered there is no such thing as "toddler proof". What they tout as road blocks are actually speed bumps. Given enough time, a toddler can get past just about any kid-proof device--even ones that are difficult for adults to open. The idea is to slow them down enough so that you can catch them in the act.
I've gotten some more gray hairs just by reading these stories.
juliana - Jan 04, 2007 7:04:41 am PST #8824 of 10004
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Gee, you'd think that juliana and smonster were sisters or something.
If so, she's the evil one, tempting me into all sorts of fannish obsessions.
Then again, I'm the one who gave her Fernet.
Hmmm.
Aims - Jan 04, 2007 7:08:17 am PST #8825 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Joe's definitely the more freaky out one than I am. I give Em a pretty wide net and let her explore stuff. If she gets hurt, I comfort her and talk to her about it (not that she gets it always) and let her go back about her business.
Now, I don't let her play with knives, poke things into sockets, or if I see her about to do something that could really really hurt her, I stop her, but for the most part, I let her be inquisitive and if she bumps her head or falls down, she bumps her head or falls down.
We hold hands when we're near the street or in parking lots. And this she knows. If she sees us going near a street, she grabs our hands automatically.
Topic!Cindy - Jan 04, 2007 7:08:27 am PST #8826 of 10004
What is even happening?
I spend my parenting days overlooking babyhood and toddlerhood in a constant state of ready alertness. I am Worst Case Scenario Guy and once yelled at EM because she wasn't walking behind Emmett when he was going up a stone stairway (without a rail!) when he was 2.
My brain is like Jason Bourne constantly calculating the risk ratio in any scenario. There was never a time in Emmett's toddler days where I wasn't between him and the street. I let that leash out verrrrrry slowwwwwly.
Huh. Hec is my sockpuppet. I wonder what this means for Frank.