Harley loves drawing on my legs with markers, wiping it off, and drawing again. She had me draw a “long neck” dinosaur, and now she’s coloring it in. It tickles. Oh, and it’s Little Foot’s mother.
No drugs at all?
How was it, and do you have any tips or comforting words?
I had to because my son came too fast. It was awkward and really painful at first, but so were the births with drugs. He, however, took less than 3 hours to come out, where as his sisters before him took 8-15 hours.
So, yeah, it seems to hurt more (not really), but it goes a hellavalot faster. Good luck!
Jay’s taking his sweet fucking time making some cigarettes, having one with me, and THEN going to get his ass out.
Kristian has been having a behavioral problem lately, and I think this is the scare he’s been needing for a long ass time.
Boots, the kitty cat, was found dead this morning at 5:30AM in the living room, next to the couch where Harley was sleeping. At first he just looked comfy, all sprawled out like he used to, but I looked closer to see that it didn’t appear he was breathing. So, I went to nudge him on his head in a petting sort of way to realize he was fairly stiff. Spent the first hour of my day crying and making coffee.
When it came time to tell Harley, I thought she was a sociopath or something. Her first question? “Can we get a new pet?” But, as the say went on, she started asking more questions, like, “When will Bootsie wake up?” and “Does he sleep at night time when he’s dead?” It’s awkward and shocking and it’s barely after noon.
With 3 kids, and the need to bring out 3 spare outfits, distraction toys/coloring books, snacks, lunches, and the first aid kit. Boo boos can happen anywhere, donchya know.
I’ve been using my mother’s, which is fine, but I want my own. Something a little bigger, sturdier, and definitely comfier straps XD
…for 5 minutes. She gets out of her crib and all, and she decided to hide in the closet. Five adults, on five separate occasions went into the room calling her name, and not once did she say anything or giggle. I ran up and down so many stairs, thinking she snuck into the upstairs apartment, or into the backyard to play. Worst 5 minutes of my life, I tell you what.
Kids are evil.
I’m still stressed out, but now it’s more of a depressing, defeated, stressed out feeling..