Right, better go and finish last errands towards this day.
Jewishstas, may you be signed and sealed in the book of life. Happy new year.
Looks like civilization finally caught up with us.
Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
Shir - Sep 27, 2009 4:34:12 am PDT #24522 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Sep 27, 2009 4:40:25 am PDT #24523 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
Have a happy and peaceful Yom Kipuur and New Year, Shir.
billytea - Sep 27, 2009 5:03:45 am PDT #24524 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Today Ryan learned the importance of timing. Every night at 10:30, I get to give him his last feed of the day. This involves waking him up gently, then I change his nappy, give him his bottle, have a bit of a cuddle and then put him back to bed. It's a smooth operation; he's back in bed, yawning and settling himself off to sleep again within twenty minutes or so.
Except tonight. I've got his old nappy off, and he takes that moment to grab my hand and start nomming on it. This is extremely cute, he curls up his whole body to hug my hand while he's doing it.) By the time I get myself untangled, I realise it was all just a decoy for his real plan - he's taken advantage of his freebird status to pee all over himself. Cheeky noodle. I now have a baby in a sodden onesie, clearly convinced he's struck a blow for something. Now he's going to get a whole outfit change, and possibly a new bib announcing "Fight the Power!"
Fortunately, he still had his bottle to come, and even if he's wide awake when we start, he's drowsy again by the time he's finished it.He always has a big smile for his daddy when I put him back to bed. Lovely little man.
Fay - Sep 27, 2009 5:12:27 am PDT #24525 of 30000
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
is slain
billytea - Sep 27, 2009 5:14:56 am PDT #24526 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Cashmere - Sep 27, 2009 5:15:44 am PDT #24527 of 30000
Now tagless for your comfort.
Oooof.
Fay - Sep 27, 2009 5:25:13 am PDT #24528 of 30000
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Lethal cuteness bomb!
sj - Sep 27, 2009 5:29:51 am PDT #24529 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Too much cute for words!
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Sep 27, 2009 5:30:06 am PDT #24530 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
I agree. He is adorable.
billytea - Sep 27, 2009 5:48:24 am PDT #24531 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I was a bad daddy last night. We put him to bed each night at 7:00. He doesn't enjoy going down for naps, he often cries for a few minutes before settling; but come 7:00, his mummy and daddy change him and sing him a lullaby, and he smiles and grabs hold of our hands; then, when we have him tucked in and turn the lights off, he yawns, maybe burbles to himself for a couple of minutes, and then he's off to sleep.
Anyway, last night after we'd tucked him in Wallybee decided to fill up the vaporiser, and I was left looking after him for a couple of minutes. I would like to say, in my defence, that he totally started it. He poked his tongue out at me, so I poked my tongue out at him. He looked at it owlishly for a couple of seconds, then started giggling. Naturally, I poked my tongue out at him again, moved it from side to side, and then put it back in my mouth with a 'shoop' sound effect. (I'm pretty sure that it's the law. The Giggling Baby law.) He giggles some more, and by the time Wallybee came back, he was wide awake. When we turned the lights off, he started crying, took a few minutes to settle down. Poor noodle, cursed with a father who is apparently a master of tongue-related comedy.