Let's keep it on the down-low, though. First of all, some of those kids play rough. Y'know, the "you let them cut your cord?" kinda types. Seriously. Second, I think the whole thing might be unhygienic... almost got my finger stuck in there last time.On a way more serene note, I had this way-cool older chick from China write my name in caligraphy for me! Check it out!
At lease I think it means "Ivy." Could mean "Poops herself mightily" for all I know. Not that it wouldn't be true. Gobbets of the stuff! Colors you wouldn't believe!! (Too much information? I don't really know my readers yet... NOT THAT I'D KNOW... hint hint what do you think the "comments" gadget is there for, my people? How do I know if you're diggin' on me?)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Dad totally lost control of his faculties for a little while there with the italics, elipses, parentheticals, and etc. Apologies. It's like working with a child, I swear. ~Ivy
To make it up to you, here's a pic of the Moms and what looks to me like a Little House on the Prarie doll or somethin'. I was totally out of it at the time. The only media I have to work with is what the Orangutan I call a father gives to me. Still - look at the Moms. Cute, right?
Here's a close-up, for giggles. Smokin' bonnet, huh? I'm like, ready for Derby Day. Growing up in the South has it's benefits: nobody can tell you your hat is too big!
Okay, so I was being a little glib at the top of the ol' post here - I got discharged from AMC's Maternity Ward this afternoon! Passed all my tests with flying colors (no big deal, really - all open book) and the nurses were completely cool about letting me keep all the disposables! It was like cleaning out a hotel room and not just the soap and shampoo but like the robe and everything. The moms even kept her upchuck pan. Couldn't make that kinda thing up. I mean, it was empty and disinfected but still... who are these people I'm living with...?
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