Well, yeah.
That was inEPTitude. I just can't type. Proof.
Can take care of babies, though. In fact, they make me very happy, even when really pissed off.
Every once in a while? I consider the west coast. I really don't think it is the right place for me, but the peoples make that hard to call. Where's my teleporter?
I'm telling you. Move now! Babies are little and cute.
Heh. I wish. A lot of things. One reason I think I like kidlets so much is that I know what to do with them. As incredibly intense as they are, it's very primal. I can do primal. It's all reaction and snuggles and not being overwhlemed. Much less complicated than adults. They have
WORDS.
Sheesh.
Words!! I still like words! Noah has words. Sort of.
In the interest of full disclosure I should reveal that my head hurts
WAY
less than it did this morning. I was pretty much at an all time low. I'd be terribly grateful to Polgara even if it hadn't worked a bit, but it did, and her time was put to use.
He has PHBBBT.
Which I utterly adore. Food spray and all.
he's better at food already. eating like a champ.
Words. Mine have words. Only I've suddenly found that they are screamers and yellers. How did that happen? I'm not a screamer or a yeller.
But I'm becoming a drinker, that's for sure.
ha! all kids are screamers!
ita, I wish better were much better.