Kids. They have complicated feelings and they don't know what to do with them. Unlike grownups, of course.
Something that occurred to me as I've read the posts, though I hate to give you more stuff to worry about, but if Emmett has ever heard of Buffistas and has any kind of internet access, he has got the greatest tool for fucking with his elders.
Reading about Emmett's meltdown and mac's therapy moment has made me a little verklempt in a good way. Y'all are good, loving parents.
I have such raging carbo cravings tonight. What's up with that? And can I ignore them?
2 AM and the whole house is asleep except for me. WTF?
I am awake too! I just finished reading the 1100 posts since I last read natter. I am really, really unsure why I read them all. And I have very little to add except that it's possible I have very dense bones, since I weighed myself on a friend's electronic scale last weekend (since I don't own one), and it said I weigh 191 pounds and that I am 43% body fat. I'm not real sure how that's possible, unless my bones are made out of titanium. (For the record, I'm 5'5" and I wear a range of sizes from 6 to 10. Usually an 8, though.) Or possibly there's something screwy with the scale. Also, I'm a terribly picky eater, and by all accounts have been one since childhood.
happy DylanDay!!! Congratulations again Jessica & DH! 1 year old Wooooooot.
The next 18+ years will be a piece of cake.
Happy birthday Dylan!
ION, I think I broke my toe. Ouch.
Now that it truly is, HIPPO BIRDIES, Dylan Zaphod!!!!
Happy birthday, Dylan Z. MoonBone!
I spent many stupid hours not really asleep in bed. Now I have a headache and am still groggy. What I need to do is get into the shower and then out of the house.