I think there could be a children's book about Iyak, an Eskimo boy, and his kayak.
Angel ,'Conviction (1)'
Spike's Bitches 36: Did I Sully Our Good Name?
[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.
Yeah...something like that.
Kids' pronounciation cracks me up. Owen's current favorite cartoon is "Poster's Home for Imaginpary Pends."
Not breathing sucks. I am so thankful for asthma drugs, at least.So much this. Also admitting that, yes, I do have asthma helped. A lot, actually.
Frances decided to add her two cents: "Stop Iyak or you mi-ight fall down!"Cute! And prophetic.
Stoopid rain in stoopid nashville. Delaying my pwetty pwetty fast boys...It was the best rain delay ever though.
"We have some great female fans out there and they need lovin'..."
Best. Rain. Delay. Ever.
My favorite of Em's is, "I yawst my rock and I can' bineit!
And I suddenly get Burrell's tag. "Sister and Isaac"
yeah, I forget that only I read it in their voices.
I kid I used to babysit pronounced my name as this weird slur of sounds that ended up kind of like "Irry." That eventually became Hirry and then Hirrary, but it took a few years before he could consistently get all the Ls and Rs in the right spots. There was a while when it was Hirraly.
My favorite of Em's is, "I yawst my rock and I can' bineit!
Bwah!
OK, I've ordered a freakin' bathing suit from Lands' End. I hope they have enough fabric to cover me. Feh. At least they're on sale.
Now I'm going to bed to have nightmares about Owen being in that scene from Pet Sematary with a semi truck hurtling towards him while I run after him screaming his name.
The word that I pronounced most clearly when I was a little kid was "Asshole!" Actually, I'm not sure I've changed that much.
JZ - insent.
Kids sure need constant supervision, even when it makes our hearts pound and give us nightmares. Those moments are balanced by the moments that melt our hearts. Like when a teenager asks you to chaperone a field trip. Or when your youngest still crawls up in your lap for a snuggle - even when he is almost 11 years old.