I have to say, I kinda hate going to the pool with her because I totally see those bruises and worry about other people looking at her legs and wondering, "WTF bruise girl??"
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
Y'all, I'm so proud I'm about to burst-- Nate finished the school year with straight A's!
What makes this even sweeter is that in his last progress report, he'd slipped a bit and gotten a couple of B's and was bummed by that and vowed to get his grades back up.
And he did.
Let me say it again and again, this move was the best thing we could have done. Period.
(Oh, and the girl he got the chocolate zombie bunny for at Easter told him she likes him today and they've got Plans to see each other over the summer.)
Aims, having dated a pediatrician who used to work in ER, they are never concerned about shin bruises. That's not a sign of abuse. That's normal active kid stuff.
They're looking for bruises high up on the arm as if the kid has been grabbed roughly, and marks on the back (whippings with cords and the like). Burn marks on places where kids wouldn't do it by accident (like on the legs). Certain types of injuries like dislocated arms are also a red flag for them. But shin bruises are completely normal.
Congratulations, Nate! That's fantastic.
(Oh, and the girl he got the chocolate zombie bunny for at Easter told him she likes him today and they've got Plans to see each other over the summer.)
Chocolate zombie bunny FTW!
Excellent news, Barb. It's so great to see how happy your family has been with the move.
Yay Nate, for the grades and the girl!
Matilda quote of the day:
She's been driving us all nuts for weeks singing "Little Bunny Foo-Foo" over and over and over unto the Cliffs of Insanity. This afternoon on the way home she was doing it again, but with slightly new lyrics -- the Good Fairy's ultimatum is now:
I'll give you three more chances, and if you don't comply, I'll turn you into a goon.
Comply? Where did she get... how did she... whaaa?
Comply? Where did she get... how did she... whaaa?
Your kid.
That's all that needs to be said.
Yay, Nate! That's awesome! I'm glad the move has been so good for him.
Your kid.
What Barb said.
I survived the last day of babysitting and there were cupcakes and chocolate and a monetary thank you, none of which I was expecting.
I'm still never sure where all of my bruises have come from
me too.
That's great, Barb—go Nate!
I use to have loads of bruises on my shins as a kid. Now I just have some interesting knee scars and places where the skin's so dispirited it won't even tan.