Roommate home; dog happy.
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
We have heat! TCG figured out how to get it started today.
Yay, d's dad! That's fantastic news!
Yay, Emily's dad and yay for benefits!
Nora, TCG had what he calls the "Nora and Tom beer" last night and he greatly enjoyed it. Thanks again for sending him home with a bottle.
I'm so full of respect for the moms and dads around here and the work they do to raise their kids. You guys deserve way more than one mothers' or fathers' day a year.
Thirded.
Also, yay for fantastic news about your dad, Emily!
I have off today, so I'm about to run errands and pick up comics. Then I am reorganizing my desk/nerd hole area. Yay?
I'm so full of respect for the moms and dads around here and the work they do to raise their kids. You guys deserve way more than one mothers' or fathers' day a year.
Fourthed.
Me too with the respect. I also love reading everyone's stories about the tribilations and rewards of parenting. As a non-kidded person who loves children, it is a side of life I am not part of and I love getting to see it through Buffista eyes.
Funny Em story:
She is in total dress-up phase. Loves dressing up. She plays for hours in her Halloween costume and a flower girl dress that *I* wore when I was her age. She will twirl and spin and play with her dolls.
Yesterday, she assigned us roles.
Em: "Daddy, you da king. I'm da Pincess."
Joe: "What's mommy?"
Em: t deep in thought "Momma, you da bad, evil WITCH!!"
"Momma, you da bad, evil WITCH!!"
Hee!
I wonder where she came up with that?
My sparkling personality.
Aw, you guys. I'm all misty-eyed now.
And that reminds me - fellow Buffista parents, have you seen ParentHacks.com? I found it via Jumping Monkeys, which I found via Moxie, who I found via Stephanie, and it is effing brilliant.
"Momma, you da bad, evil WITCH!!"
Hee!
When Annabel is mad at us or doesn't want to do what we tell her, she'll announce, "I want to run away," and will proceed to take off running, often for a favored corner. I'll then camp out in front of her hidey-hole and announce that she may be faster and more maneuverable, but I'm still bigger, smarter, and more patient.