Kaylee ,'Out Of Gas'
[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.
In "they grow up too fast" news, Dylan evicted all of his stuffed animals from his new bed last night because "They belong IN THE CRIB!!!" So we put them back in the crib and let him sleep with his "big boy pillow" instead of the little moose pillow he's slept with since he was 6 months old.
Then at around midnight he woke up crying because the big pillow had fallen off the bed, and we gave him the moose pillow back. And I felt much better.
Awww, after Emmett stopped being baby-sized a bit of fever was the best time to cuddle him.
I mean, he always liked to cuddle but he couldn't resist turning it into a wrestling match two seconds after he was snuggled against me. But when he was sick he'd just flop his feverish little body on me.
He still seeks almost constant contact with me, though. If we walk down the street together he'll shrug himself under my arm, sort of like the way a puppy will go through a newspaper to get to you.
Last night he tried to sit in my lap, which is a no-go as he's 5'3" 130 lbs. He's almost JZ sized now.
Emmett and I are the same height. That is just so wrong. He's supposed to be 4'2" tops.
Tonight is my first show at this school. It's 2 one acts. The kids can be great if they decide to be. I hope they decide to be!!
After about three years of denial, I finally have to face the truth that someone stole my baby and replaced her with this young girl: [link]
She is as snuggly as the baby was, but with the added bonus of random sayings like, "Mommy, I love you." and "You're the best mom a kid could have."
What? Shut up. That is some strange person, not your daughter.
THAT IS NOT EMELINE.
I know!! I can't quit staring at the picture - she's so pretty and older than she once was!! And she's TALL. Well, she seems tall to me. I think at last measurement she was up to 3'8"
THAT IS NOT EMELINE.
It is, sweetie. (Though every once in a while, I think it's not, either.)
It's hard enough to accept that the kids that used to climb in my lap in the 80's are having kids of their own. I don't think I can deal with kids born since I started hanging out here are becoming schoolpeople.
My goodness - she is much too grown up to be Emeline.