Spike ,'Sleeper'
[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.
Did you save it? Can we point and laugh?
I think Sparky got an earful about it... but no. We wore it out staring at it in horror. The first line went something like "[Childname] has too many toys, said the mouse,/ what he really needs are shirts (size 4T) and..." ah. yes. it's coming back now. Burned right into my brain, along with the mom's lovely laugh.
Megan is absolutely right on the point of etiquette.
I think Kat dropped a poem into her invite for the twins first birthday party explaining they didn't want any things.
explaining they didn't want any things.
this is of course is entirely different.
I think Kat dropped a poem into her invite for the twins first birthday party explaining they didn't want any things.
Now that you mention it, I remember really liking that as a solution.
Hey guys! I'm caught for the first time in like, 2 years. So I figured I'd re-delurk.
When my step-daughter was born, my (now) husband was very anti-pink and girly stuff. So I bought a bunch of gender neutral Winnie the Pooh and cute yellow and blue things with bears. After she got to be about 6 months old he said they were too boyish and didn't want to use them. Pfeh.
You guys are being WAY too quiet.
I need petting. Stupid fun job has, this week, turned itself into another major source of stress (like, I've had horrible nightmares about it the last two nights--each involving one of the kids getting seriously hurt and me having to call 911 and having to figure out what to do). I had TWO major meltdowns from kids today...and not tantrum meltdowns, rather, "I hate school and my life and after care and even RECESS!" meltdowns. One of the kids, when I asked him what would make things better responded, "If everyone would go away and I could live all by myself somewhere outside." I'm not sure my response of, "I hear caves are really awesome for that" would have been approved by his parents, but the poor kid was breaking my heart.
{{{{{vw}}}}} I'm sorry that your job is stressing you out.
Maybe his parents are fighting. Well, my parents fighting made *me* feel like that.
Oh, man, vw, I'm sorry. Kids melting down and breaking your heart is just about exactly what you don't need, after everything else you've been wrestling with recently. And the poor little noodles!
Sassy sighting!
Matilda isn't old enough yet to have any color or style preferences as such, except that whatever she happens to be wearing right this minute is exactly what she wants to wear forever and ever; she fights change ferociously and is totally capable of melting down if you unzip her jacket or snap a snap.
Also, dang. I thought I was the only stepmother on b.org. It's good to be not alone on that weird little step-island.