It's stuff like this that really bothers me and it's not like you even have to search for it on her blog her shit fetish is fucking everywhere.
"I got in bed at a decent time for me (5 till midnight -- was feeling all cocky about it since Lola & I beat Scott & Claire to bed & I normally don't go to sleep till 1-2 am, as I'm a bit of a night owl), got Lolita fed with ease (my girl downs her bottle --yes, at age 5! Don't hate! -- in a whopping 5 minutes... she's a rock star), burped her for a good 10 minutes (she's mastered the
"fough" -- AKA fart-cough -- and she can even ONLY FART upon me patting her back -- no burp at all. It's a gift. My dwarf is TALENTED!), held her upright for 30 minutes (our ushe), played a few rounds of Abble Dabble (if you haven't played this on your smart phone yet, YOU NEED TO. I'm hooked, and yes, I know it's sad. HA! I scored 216 in a single play once... holllllaaaaa!!!), watched The Weather Channel (I may or may not be obsessed...), and finally laid down by 12:37 am. Record time!
(LOOOOOOOOOONG gone are the days I say, "DAMN, I am BEAT! I'm goin' to bed." and actually am IN BED within 2-3 minutes.)
2:34 am -- Mrs. Pocket's in full effect, y'all. HER "thang" - the thing she does all night when she's NOT sleeping - well, I'm not sure the ORDER in which it occurs, usually because... well, I AM ASLEEP & all... is this mess: overheating (I like lots of covers -- she doesn't. They SO need to make U-shaped sheet sets for our California King -- you know, sheets on the two sides, completely open in the middle for hot-blooded dwarves), smiling then seizing repeatedly (the smile ALWAYS comes first... and it's incredibly darling because it's so rare but simply PURE EVIL. Kidding!), sometimes followed by loud coughing followed by occasional barfing (the cousin of the "fough" is Lola's OTHER specialty, the "
"farf," which usually occurs at this time...) and/or farting that real high-pitched squeaky fart (damn tone/CP of the rectum! HA! Sorry... WAYYYYY TMI!), drooling, winking, more smiling (see Exhibit A), the beginning of a night-worth of back spasms (we THINK that is what is happening?!), "rudder chest" (see Exhibit B), full body trembling which lasts for hours, more evil smiling/seizures, more barfing, the ever-popular-yet-hateful fake-out technique where she appears to be settling down then she busts our balls even more (see Exhibit C), then more seizures, we strip her down to just a diaper, then she usually shits/sharts/farts/foughs/farfs again (usually in my CROTCH -- I am
so not kidding you -- it's uncanny how accurate she is with her aim!), yelling is occurring, pass-off is a-happenin' (to Scott (AKA
"The Shit Whisperer") who then has to put Claire down in her beanbag by the bed, attached to her feeding pump/IV pole & tard cum turds out of Daughter #2), followed by more bitching by BOTH OF US about NEVER getting any f'ing sleep. Rinse and repeat like 742 more times till sunrise. "
YEA ISN'T IT SO FUNNY MY PROFOUNDLY DISABLED STARVING BARELY LIVING FAILING TO THRIVE MICROCEPHALIC DAUGHTER IS FARTING SEIZING AND VOMITING EVERYWHERE HILARIOUS LOL!!! SHE'S GOT SKILLZ YO!!! lol isn't it so funny my naked beef jerky looking balding flesh puppet is shitting all over my lap LAuGH WiTH Me in MY MAdNESS!!! HERRRRPP DERRPPPPP