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be cuter, you little bastards
Nov. 1st, 2013 09:11 pmEvery time I read Mr. Tickle it gets more and more fucking depressing.
Same with Curious George. We really need to get the ones where he gets the hell out of the zoo. Also, another one in the fine tradition of artistic works where you do a bit of reading and discover that the thing was done by a man and a woman but only the man's name was ever put on it for some reason.
Mr. E, in a delightful display of foresight, got on a kids' costumes swapping thread before Rocket was even born and organized the kids' costumes for this Halloween. Rocket was a peapod. The Junebug was Elmo. Let me tell you something. If you go out dressed as Elmo on Halloween, you are dressed as baby Jesus. Not the baby Jesus: Jesus to babies. All the other little kids whispered "Elmooo" and reached out to try to touch him. Except one. Slightly older kid whose parents yelped "Elmo! Son! Look! It's Elmo!" Kid looked at the Junebug, looked at his parents, said nothing. Except his face, which eloquently said "Bitch, that is not Elmo. I know Elmo. Elmo doesn't get all fucked up on Kit Kats and nod out in his stroller in a pile of wrappers."
Now I've seen all the mommy drive-bys. Last one I saw was someone harshing on other moms for the little mittens you put on newborns so they don't claw their own eyes out. On the grounds that it was mean to deprive them of hands.
I would say we were doing fantastic with a toddler and a newborn if only I didn't need to sleep. The days are long and demanding but if we could put the kids to bed and get our well deserved etc. to be ready bright and early the next morning, it would all be fine. The problem is that the nights are just as long and demanding.
Same with Curious George. We really need to get the ones where he gets the hell out of the zoo. Also, another one in the fine tradition of artistic works where you do a bit of reading and discover that the thing was done by a man and a woman but only the man's name was ever put on it for some reason.
Mr. E, in a delightful display of foresight, got on a kids' costumes swapping thread before Rocket was even born and organized the kids' costumes for this Halloween. Rocket was a peapod. The Junebug was Elmo. Let me tell you something. If you go out dressed as Elmo on Halloween, you are dressed as baby Jesus. Not the baby Jesus: Jesus to babies. All the other little kids whispered "Elmooo" and reached out to try to touch him. Except one. Slightly older kid whose parents yelped "Elmo! Son! Look! It's Elmo!" Kid looked at the Junebug, looked at his parents, said nothing. Except his face, which eloquently said "Bitch, that is not Elmo. I know Elmo. Elmo doesn't get all fucked up on Kit Kats and nod out in his stroller in a pile of wrappers."
Now I've seen all the mommy drive-bys. Last one I saw was someone harshing on other moms for the little mittens you put on newborns so they don't claw their own eyes out. On the grounds that it was mean to deprive them of hands.
I would say we were doing fantastic with a toddler and a newborn if only I didn't need to sleep. The days are long and demanding but if we could put the kids to bed and get our well deserved etc. to be ready bright and early the next morning, it would all be fine. The problem is that the nights are just as long and demanding.
