OK, apparently I'm not supposed to be icing this thing. Sigh. Because ice (actually, resting my arm on a bag of frozen peas) makes the stinging stop. And apparently I need a gauze bandage. Wonder if DH feels like going to Target...
'The Message'
Natter 56: ...we need the writers.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Dear god, lori, that's goofy-wonderful. And goodgodamned, that kid is growing up fast and I need to see Gracie too. I think I need to visit that coast more than once a year. Gotta figure out a way to visit the west coast, the nephews, my family, msbelle and have a hedonism vacation all in a year...
It's surprising that he can hide those great big lips, isn't it? And yes, growing up like a weed. A cute pudgeball of a weed.
You do need to visit more often.
I do! (need to visit more.) Love that he's pulling Katy's hair. Though she probably doesn't. It's a baby thing. When I had long hair, they lurved to wrap it in their spitty fists and yank. Reminds you how strong they are for their weeness.
I think I need to visit that coast more than once a year.
I totally agree, Sara.
Grace was particularly adorable today. We did, "try to stand up, Gracie" and she gives us this look like, "you big headed people are fucking insane. I'm not putting weight on those!"
Oh, man, you guys are tying to kill me or make me move to where I can't afford a home, aren't you?
Noah yanking Suparna's hair too? Hehehe. And Gracie's attitude? Man, I'd love to see her when she's chipper and ticked. Sad she wasn't when I was in town, but better that I could be backup helpyperson for that traumarama. I'd chose that over you all going it alone. In the meantime, PICTURES and stories, puhleez.
Yeah, Noah's figured out the people-reins from the backpack. Lucky for me he can't grab my hair. But he's almost figured out he can grab my ears.
Dude, I have very clear memories of riding on my dad's shoulders and "guiding" him by yanking on ears. Be warned, lori, be warned. My dad did have big ears, though.