lilgallowsmama

Yes I do....in the bathroom cabinet with my mini-screwdriver set.

I've been up for 34 minutes and the dog has already eaten a stuffed animal slipper and tried to kill me on the stairs while going out to potty. Then HR spilled milk in the kitchen floor and locked the bathroom door...and shut it...while she was on the outside. How do you unlock a bathroom door from the outside if you don't have one of those nifty keys OR a wire hanger? I need a shower.

With her, it's never ending. There are alot of little things that other kids have been doing forever that she still hasn't done, and I'm like a kid in a candy store when she does them. On the other hand, all of my close friends say that hanging out with her is like hanging out with a little teenager or adult. She has very adult conversations and though processes.

We're doomed.

Mine finally voluntarily gave me a hug when she was about 3 and a half. Before that, it was a reluctant pat on the back sometimes if asked. When she curled up with me, I went and the BF vacated the couch and left us alone. She's huge, in comparison. The shirt she wore today is a 7/8. When I saw the first picture I realized just how big she is. Her feet are below mine and her head is right under my chest. Spirited and entertaining for sure, but I don't know about sweet. She's a little spit-fire. We've recently discovered that her new 'Mommy, I love you to the sun!' i

I started posting on p.com when I was a whopping four months pregnant. P.com has been there with me through pre-mommy jitters, post-mommy 'how do I make this baby stop screaming at 2am' crazy posts, an SPD diagnosis, Hellraiser stories, and multiple birthdays. I'm doing this post for two reasons. 1. To say thank you. All the times I've posted about her sensory processing disorder and the frustration I've been through with it, you guys were there. I thought I would say thank you by sharing that several nights ago, I finally got something I've always wanted: My baby fell asleep with me

That's what I was going to say. If they're military, they should have these.

It's one of our favorites. I'm anti-tv, but when that movie comes out in October we'll be there waiting for the doors to open.

My little one has an entire room full of toys. Instead of playing with them, she's spent two and a half weeks acting like a cat. I'm okay with it, right up until she hisses and fake-claws at the BF when he tells her to do something. I'm all bout some imagination. She also runs around with her imaginary friend, Rockadoodle.

While I think it would be a fantastic doll for some girls, I wouldn't get it for my little one. I'm not personally opposed to it, I just think she would take it differently than it is intended. Despite the fact that she was breastfed and her mommy is a very 'natural' type that endorses breastfeeding and opposes the sex-obsessed media, she has a fascination with breasts that has zilch to do with nutrition. Now, if I were to have another girl that would appreciate such a doll, I wouldn't mind it being gifted to her. I still wouldn't buy it - that's what imagination is for.

I actually owned one of those dolls. She was made by Barbie. She came out when I was old enough to drive, and the big fuss was over the fact that she didn't have a wedding band. So...I went to Toys-R-Us and snatched one up before they took her off the shelves.

I can say this much - when we go swimming at mine or Dxh's pool, my little one comes screaming across the water, announcing to everyone that she 'HAS to go tee-tee, mama!!!!' Slightly embarassing, to say the least, but atleast I know she doesn't pee in the pool. Won't pee in the bathtub, either.

Just to let you know, swimmie diapers don't hold the pee. They're in water. I do agree that there isn't any excuse for it, though. My little one doesn't have that problem.

I will. Send me your email.

I actually agree with you on this one. If I take Nev to the circus, I know who gets the money. If we go to Six Flags, I know we're paying for the place to stay open. If we go see the musical at the high school, I know the money goes into the theater department. I never would have thought to ask, really, but it's a good point.

I have always wondered that!

That's immediately what I thought of. My ex was in an accident where he hit a child that ran into the middle of the road. He was going the speed limit, paying attention...the timing just wasn't on his or the child's side. It's been almost 7 years, and he's still dealing with daily guilt and on again/off again depression. I commend the woman for trying to help - most people wouldn't even think about helping in any way, much less actually getting out and doing it. Her actions could have hurt someone else though - emotionally and severely.

Why is a building called a building, and not a built...they are done being built, right? There isn't any egg in eggplant, ham in hamburger, and neither apple nor pine in pineapple. Why does the sun lighten our hair, but darken our skin? Why is it considered necessary to nail down the lid of a coffin? Why is it that when you're driving and looking for an address, you turn down the volume on the radio? If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen defrocked, doesn't it follow that electricians can be delighted, musicians denoted, cowboys de

My guy that left 'early' had bunches left. He just tossed them and the tarp into the SUV and off he went *right* as I was walking away from buying mine.

The one outside of my place packed up around 1:45.

I can't believe the kiddos still fit in those dresses. I made those forever ago. The picture turned out super cute though. I've been dying to have her do some of Nevaeh - or my engagement pictures.

I'm working and in class all week, so my chores all get thrown in on the weekend. I'm just now getting to mine after going yard sale and thrift store shopping this morning.

I just realized I don't even know my OWN tag number, much less anybody elses. I should probably write down mine and my ex's...not that he'd ever take off with her, but it'd be good to know.

Nope! I have a nice collection going.

Mine all seem to go out the window, but for pretty good reasons. I wanted to be a military pilot...but the military said no. That was my one and only goal from the time I was 6 until the time I was 16, so....it's sort of been up in the air since. I knew I wanted a college degree, and I'm working on that - I already have an associates in an unrelated field. I want a Doctorate, and will have one eventually. I grew up wanting 9 boys, but that changed and I decided I never wanted kids because I was told I couldn't have any. The doctor was way wrong and now I have one girl that I love