On the other hand, there were lots of times my kids were doing the bored or lonely cry that I responded with, "Oh, you big faker." But I went to them anyhow, because they were mine, and cute, and smart enough to let me know they were pissed off, and because I wanted the noise to stop.

Which is EXACTLY what I meant about learning that they can place their trust in the their caregivers.

Daisy, I wanted to say how much I loved the letters you shared earlier. It's a fascinating glimpse into life in an earlier time, and what a wonderful heritage for you and your family to have. The description of the funeral was wonderful, too. I'm very sorry for your family's loss, but I'm grateful for the mutual support and obvious love you all have and give to each other.

Aww. Thank you. It was an exciting find and I'm glad to have it (though I'm going to scan it and take it back down to the lake for someone else to find.

I wish I had advice or support for the ADHD folk, but I don't have any experience in that area and don't feel comfortable speaking to it.

The cherub was every bit of his 2 this past weekend from everything being "NONONONONONONONONONONONONO!" to pouring his bottles of water everywhere, freaking out about the 'bah' and screaming fits. There were also cute moments too, like when he climed up on the couch with Max, put his arms around her and said "Maa!"

He was also confirming things when we said them like "Beau, put that down!" "Down! Yes!" still hanging onto it.

Ah. Favorite story. K turned around and Beau was naked, playing in the dog bowl. She said, "What are you doing, and where are your clothes! WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES?!?" So he comes over and takes her hand and walks her over to where he's stripped and points at his clothes laying on the floor.

t /Beau likes carrots

t except that he doesn't

t except that he's two so that's probably changed in the last 24 hours

Heh. I have totally called Matilda a big old faker, often while cuddling her and kissing her cheeks. I am the queen of mixed messages! Also, crying is the one weapon they've got in their arsenal of communication, and it has to cover EVERYTHING. I'm not going to fault my child for crying when she's not actually wet or hungry, just having a shitty day. Lord knows I have enough unspecifically shitty days when I'd like to flump on my ass and scream until someone came along and cuddled me until I felt better.

ION, Sparky, have you already seen the gethuman.com website? Here's their listing for dodging perpetual hold at USPS: 800‑275‑8777, Press 5 at each prompt, ignoring messages.

They also give the USPS an F for phonely customer service. Bleah.

Ah. Favorite story. K turned around and Beau was naked, playing in the dog bowl. She said, "What are you doing, and where are your clothes! WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES?!?" So he comes over and takes her hand and walks her over to where he's stripped and points at his clothes laying on the floor.

So been there. So. Many. Times.

I thought of you and told her, "My friend says it's a thing."

This baby is lying about being a Klingon.

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He is not. He is a human child. But when you say, "Hey Jack, who's a Klingon?" He scrunches up his forehead and roars.

(Also both he and his sister do the fake cough cuz it's funny thing. And fake sneezing. Hilarious!)

I'm just wondering -- what has everyone been talking about.

Frankly, Cindy, there's a ton of Supernatural S2 talk in the last 1800 posts... probably at least three or four w-n-p's, plus talk of the end of S2 (which would NOT be fun to to be spoiled for...)

We could probably make a list of people you can gleeble at, if gleebling is what you crave...

*raises hand*

I've been working nonstop since about 8am. I'm watching one more performance of the show then time for food.

Thanks, Ailleann. I realized it's finally July which means it's Eureka time. I just want to hop in, unless I don't.

They also give the USPS an F for phonely customer service. Bleah.

and every other kind, in my experience.