Hooray for Emmett's touch-em-all skills!
Simon ,'Safe'
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.
Yay, Emmett.
We also went to Ace's and Amante's.
Sigh. I still have my matchbox from Amante's.
Adventures in Mr. Mom-ing (to conflate two movies).
Emeline didn't want to stay at the Treehouse very long. I don't think she's feeling well, though she currently doesn't have a fever.
We walked home. Wait. I lied. I walked home; she was carried 95% of the way.
As a treat for my not-feeling-good little girl, I stopped and got her a fudgsicle.
By the time we arrived home, she was covered in melted fudgsicle and my left arm and shoulder were similarly coated.
She is now freshly bathed and clad, and I have a new shirt on. She is spacing out on the couch and I am going back to reading Sandman.
Oy.
such a lucky little girl
At least the story has a happy ending.
From my recollection, the lugging of toddlers when they will not walk is no. fun.
Oh, my. Life is REALLY hard for the three-year-old right now. He is WAILING. Somehow, still cute.
"Still cute" is the only reason he's likely to live long enough to annoy you as a teenager.
Yay, Emmett.
What? No exclamation point, Eeyore?
I kid.
I still have my matchbox from Amante's.
The Green calls you. (Thank all the gods I did not have any last night. I feel rough enough as it is.)
edit: Do'h! Forgot to say YAY Emmett! Go you with your homering skillz!