If you'd like to waste a lot of time creating a cartoon version of yourself to see what you look like doing a stripteae, you can do it here. Hubby sent me a link of himself doing an animated love monkey dance. Great stuff.
Personal thought: What's the deal with neck cheese on babies? How is it that little kiddos can get so much disgusting gunk stuck in the fat folds under their chins?
I made my child cry for the first time today. I am scheduled to begin fiddle lessons in a few weeks, so I purchased a shoulder rest. I pulled out my bow and ran it across the strings a few times, and sounded out a nasty "I'm an eviscerated cat" noise. Poor E-Critter looked at me with such horror - and then cried out in woeful pain. I'm worried now that I'll have to practice my fiddle lessons out in the back forty with the mosquitos and horseflies. . . .
Keep in mind that this sensitive, delicate flower is the same child who will sit in her "screaming chair" (the exersaucer) and hold little Henrietta Hippo up to her face, as though having a serious conversation about the politics of neck cheese, and in place of actual conversation, will emit brain-seizing screams that could peel the wings off fleas.
Child has also learned how to spit. She spits when she eats. She spits when she drools. If she has no drool, she'll gladly work up a gob just for you. No, really, she doesn't mind at all. Just hold still and sppppttttttttttbrrrrrrpttttttttttt. And if she really loves you, she'll add a bit of squash to the mix and you can be just as orange as she is.
She's poised to crawl - but hasn't taken that final leap of faith yet. She'll pose on all fours, rocking back and forth, waiting for the perfect moment, and then she solidly face-plants.
Daddy's little girl, alright. I just hope she doesn't start doing animated internet strip teases anytime soon.
Peace, till next