Inactive Gwen Hartley & The Hartley Hooligans - Attention Seeking Horrorshow Mom of Two Dead Gremlins & Finally Free Human Son

Status
Not open for further replies.
As much they sharted around that place I'm surprised Lola didn't get sick sooner by the bacteria in that thing.
Nah she actually died from all the employees at the playtex company wiping their asses with the free bottle nipples gwen strongarmed them into giving her for free. For real though I guarantee pockey died from something shit related. That house was a breeding ground for shit bacteria and she died from some simple common cold virus. The sheer amount of bacteria she was consumed in probably weakened her immune system to the point where any weak ass virus would take her life. She was totally emaciated covered in sweat and surrounded by germ breeding animals. Her already compromised immune system had to fight against all the germs all day and its not like she had a balanced healthy diet to help her or anything(literally just sucked on melons her whole life no wonder she started to morph into one) the cheddar goblins house was pretty much a germ factory shit, vomit and just about every nasty thing under the sun was abundant in the hartley household. Gwen even used to write about her dogs literally eating shit and then she would have those same dogs give pocket “kissies” lol what a fucking dolt. Gwen is obsessed with shit to the point that even her dogs became a part of her shit fetish.
 
Last edited:
Where do you get “Claire’s final ultrasound was within normal range”? Do you have a link?
If she had ultrasounds done it would have been at the typical 12 and 20 weeks and that’s it. 20 weeks is barely half way through a pregnancy. I’d never heard Gwen give any specifics about Claire’s prenatal checks other than it was assumed everything was fine until she was born.

When Claire was born regular ultrasound checks (beyond one or two) weren’t common if the mother was young, healthy and there was no reason to suspect problems. I think this is still the case, esp if your insurance only covers the bare minimum. The technology wasn’t as advanced as it is today either.

Because of Claire, Lola’s prenatal development was monitored far more closely and at her 20 week ultrasound her slightly smaller head size was cause for alarm due to the history - but probably wouldn’t have raised a big red flag without the known family history. They then did another ultrasound 4 weeks later and the lag in growth was more pronounced and that’s when the microcephaly Dx was confirmed. So even Lola’s head was still within somewhat normal ranges at only 20 weeks, the head growrh/development was only a week or two behind at that point.

Microcephaly isn’t always diagnosed prenatally because some mothers don’t have further ultrasounds after the anatomy scan done at 18-20 weeks and that’s too early to catch it in many cases.

I think Claire was definitely more heathy and lived longer thanks to the feeding tube. Both were doomed to be dwarves but Lola looked absolutely starved and sickly the majority of her life. Claire was thin but looked nourished and as healthy as one can be given the circumstances, until the final year of her life. Gwen insisted on feeding Lola because she wanted to keep one “normal” baby activity and felt deprived that she had to feed Claire via a tube. Crazy crazy crazy.

I don’t know how she could look at Lola’s horrendously emaciated body and think oral feedings were working just fine.
Did some searching and this and this was what came up in this thread. I'm unable to find a more exact post I was thinking of, and I'm unable to search Gwen's social media so that's the best I can do. Sorry.
 
Screenshot_2019-11-19-18-03-29~2.png
The most repulsive thing I've ever seen. I don't even think of it as human. It's a damn mutant.
There's no way I could have slept around that thing bleating and shitting. I would have probably pushed it off onto the floor.
And normally I am not that way about kids. But I cannot- for the life of me- think of that thing as a kid. This goblin didn't look or act anything like a human being.
 
View attachment 1016225
The most repulsive thing I've ever seen. I don't even think of it as human. It's a damn mutant.
There's no way I could have slept around that thing bleating and shitting. I would have probably pushed it off onto the floor.
And normally I am not that way about kids. But I cannot- for the life of me- think of that thing as a kid. This goblin didn't look or act anything like a human being.

If I was unfortunate enough to have Gwen as a friend on facebook and I had to suffer her sperging every day on my feed I'd just troll her by tagging those nude prodigy pictures as child porn.
In fact, I'm sure nobody has done so yet because not even her fans can see the girls as fellow humans.
 
View attachment 1016225
The most repulsive thing I've ever seen. I don't even think of it as human. It's a damn mutant.
There's no way I could have slept around that thing bleating and shitting. I would have probably pushed it off onto the floor.
And normally I am not that way about kids. But I cannot- for the life of me- think of that thing as a kid. This goblin didn't look or act anything like a human being.
I never thought I'd refer to, like, the 1500's or even the 1800's as 'the good old days' but back then a creature like this wouldn't have had to suffer through a 'life' and mercifully died within a few weeks, if not at birth.

Also, how they occasionally activated their own rooting reflex with a gnarled fist was really gross it was like the troglodyte version of 'why are you hitting yourself'
 
I never thought I'd refer to, like, the 1500's or even the 1800's as 'the good old days' but back then a creature like this wouldn't have had to suffer through a 'life' and mercifully died within a few weeks, if not at birth.

Also, how they occasionally activated their own rooting reflex with a gnarled fist was really gross it was like the troglodyte version of 'why are you hitting yourself'
That gets to me too. It shows how totally unaware of anything and everything it was, not even aware of its own fist touching its face. Whenever I see its rooting reflex triggered and it makes that horrifying fish-mouthed rooting movement, I'm just filled with revulsion.
 
I'd have to imagine they left some sort of oil slick on the hot tub water
Its like that junji ito story about the house thats totally coated in oil. Oil saturation is at 90%.
View attachment 1016225
The most repulsive thing I've ever seen. I don't even think of it as human. It's a damn mutant.
There's no way I could have slept around that thing bleating and shitting. I would have probably pushed it off onto the floor.
And normally I am not that way about kids. But I cannot- for the life of me- think of that thing as a kid. This goblin didn't look or act anything like a human being.
Im actually fascinated by how absolutely ugly and repulsive the cheddar goblins are.
2852F12D-0520-4155-9A50-8097DA6FF41E.png
4FA6D5CA-53DC-4BE3-BE57-2F52C3CD4F24.pngC092CE32-9D90-4037-9AC5-490DCCBFDDC2.pngF91E31D3-BB82-4C48-85E7-EE1AC1DB216E.png4F9183D6-7500-4DA8-A57B-0325B1AD5D4C.png
The cheddar goblin literally looks like a piece of beef jerky. Its so wrinkled and fucked up. Lola was seriously the potato queen of deformity. Its amazing how this thing actually lived for 13 years I dont think gwen was being honest about how much health care the cheddar goblins were receiving. “I never bring my cheddar goblins to the doctor” ok so did Lola just take a huge dump and the oxygen tank just popped out of her ass?
 
Last edited:
Its like that junji ito story about the house thats totally coated in oil. Oil saturation is at 90%.

Im actually fascinated by how absolutely ugly and repulsive the cheddar goblins are.
View attachment 1017114
View attachment 1017113View attachment 1017108View attachment 1017110View attachment 1017112
The cheddar goblin literally looks like a piece of beef jerky. Its so wrinkled and fucked up. Lola was seriously the potato queen of deformity. Its amazing how this thing actually lived for 13 years I dont think gwen was being honest about how much health care the cheddar goblins were receiving..
Honestly the more fucked up lola looked, the more endearing she is to me. Claire was a goddamn snooze fest, give me post-chicken pox, shaved lab monkey lola any day. It’s just interesting to see nature and human biology push the limits of what can constitute as a “living” human. I’m saddened by Lola’s death only because it would’ve been fascinating to see a 5 pound 20 year old. Even in the world of micros, Lola was an outlier.
 
View attachment 1017120
View attachment 1017121
Good grief. Gwen and her shitcapades.
She definitely has a shit fetish. No doubt.
Jesus fucking christ where did this come from? What page of the blog? “Huck heerrrrrp derpppp my tard cheddar goblin sassy baby teen is the queen of farting and shitting lulz she farts all over her physical therapists and farts all over her sister who sits there grunting and arching her back struggling to take a dump whilst claire just keeps farting in her face lol its so cute!!”
This woman is a verifiable tard. There is just nothing she can do to redeem her behavior why she decides to share this information is a mystery. How can someone be so demented and juvenile?
 
Honestly the more fucked up lola looked, the more endearing she is to me. Claire was a goddamn snooze fest, give me post-chicken pox, shaved lab monkey lola any day. It’s just interesting to see nature and human biology push the limits of what can constitute as a “living” human. I’m saddened by Lola’s death only because it would’ve been fascinating to see a 5 pound 20 year old. Even in the world of micros, Lola was an outlier.
Same. I can't decide if I'm more fascinated or sickened by Lola.
 
Same. I can't decide if I'm more fascinated or sickened by Lola.

I would find them less sickening, if they were presented in ways that humanize them. A little discretion would go a long way.

By analogy, let's talk about my sister, who is a top-earning real estate agent, happily married for 15 years, to her first husband, two children ...

Imagine I start a blog discussing her farting and shitting habits, and photographed the crust in her panties, and discussed her urinary tract infections and her perimenopausal symptoms. I could reminisce about our raunchy booze and sex benders while we were single ...

I could also delve into her emotional meltdowns, issues with her kids, husband and clients ....

You get my point ... what I would be presenting, is called TMI for a reason.

She would not seem revolting to you if you saw a head and shoulders portrait, and a socially acceptable "about me" statement. But when we describe ourselves and others in revolting terms, what you see is what you get.

I would be a lot more sympathetic, if Gwen related to us on a more socially conventional way. Presenting her children's deformities and bowel problems shows a genuine lack of empathy, for her children, husband, AND for her audience.

All she had to say, is "my name is Gwen Hartley. I face daily struggles caring for my daughters, who have Aspergine Deficiency ..." "These are the setbacks we face ..." "These are the good times ..."

In my opinion, that is the failing that underlies the scrutiny and ridicule that she recieves.

Hope I am not sperging- just my 2c, or 20 for that matter
 
Last edited:
I would find them less sickening, if they were presented in ways that humanize them. A little discretion would go a long way.

By analogy, let's talk about my sister, who is a top-earning real estate agent, happily married for 15 years, to her first husband, two children ...

Imagine I start a blog discussing her farting and shitting habits, and photographed the crust in her panties, and discussed her urinary tract infections and her perimenopausal symptoms. I could reminisce about our raunchy booze and sex benders while we were single ...

I could also delve into her emotional meltdowns, issues with her kids, husband and clients ....

You get my point ... what I would be presenting, is called TMI for a reason.

She would not seem revolting to you if you saw a head and shoulders portrait, and a socially acceptable "about me" statement. But when we describe ourselves and others in revolting terms, what you see is what you get.

I would be a lot more sympathetic, if Gwen related to us on a more socially conventional way. Presenting her children's deformities and bowel problems shows a genuine lack of empathy, for her children, husband, AND for her audience.

All she had to say, is "my name is Gwen Hartley. I face daily struggles caring for my daughters, who have Aspergine Deficiency ..." "These are the setbacks we face ..." "These are the good times ..."

In my opinion, that is the failing that underlies the scrutiny and ridicule that she recieves.

Hope I am not sperging- just my 2c, or 20 for that matter
And that’s exactly it, right? There’s kids that are born waaaaay more deformed than the hartleys or Jaxon(god I hate that spelling) Buell, but they don’t have threads here because it’s not just about pointing and laughing at birth defects. It’s about how their parents are presenting them to the world.

A thread of “oh shit! That baby has its organs on the outside of its body!” would last all of about two or three pages. It’s the parental presentation that’s adding gasoline to the fire.
 
I would find them less sickening, if they were presented in ways that humanize them. A little discretion would go a long way.

By analogy, let's talk about my sister, who is a top-earning real estate agent, happily married for 15 years, to her first husband, two children ...

Imagine I start a blog discussing her farting and shitting habits, and photographed the crust in her panties, and discussed her urinary tract infections and her perimenopausal symptoms. I could reminisce about our raunchy booze and sex benders while we were single ...

I could also delve into her emotional meltdowns, issues with her kids, husband and clients ....

You get my point ... what I would be presenting, is called TMI for a reason.

She would not seem revolting to you if you saw a head and shoulders portrait, and a socially acceptable "about me" statement. But when we describe ourselves and others in revolting terms, what you see is what you get.

I would be a lot more sympathetic, if Gwen related to us on a more socially conventional way. Presenting her children's deformities and bowel problems shows a genuine lack of empathy, for her children, husband, AND for her audience.

All she had to say, is "my name is Gwen Hartley. I face daily struggles caring for my daughters, who have Aspergine Deficiency ..." "These are the setbacks we face ..." "These are the good times ..."

In my opinion, that is the failing that underlies the scrutiny and ridicule that she recieves.

Hope I am not sperging- just my 2c, or 20 for that matter
Yea I imagine what my opinion would be on the hooligans if the mom was a normal sane human being then again if that were the case we wouldnt know about them because they would of been shut in the house away from prying eyes and she wouldnt be posting pictures of her husband milking shit out of them in outback steakhouse. A normal persons blog about the hooligans wouldnt of received the same attention gwen’s mental illness is what made the cheddar goblins a timeless meme.

If gwen wasnt some jumped up moron that won’t shut the fuck up about her “kids” and her own bowel movements it wouldn't have the same charm. Gwen’s mania and her invented personalities she made up for her cheddar goblins makes the whole trainwreck alot more enjoyable and interesting. A sane person wouldnt of taken or posted 90 percent of the photos/videos that she took of the hooligans a sane person wouldnt be wasting thousands of state goblin bucks on fancy equipment that the goblins cant use correctly or throwing the goblins in a pool or taking them horseback riding among many of the activities that are totally wasted on the brainless goblins.

A non manic bipolar freak wouldn’t be doing all the crazy shit she did with her goblins including the costume parties and cheddar goblin fashion shows. Her insistence on pretending her spuds are normal and should live a “normal life” is the whole premise of this comedy and the whole reason why the goblins “lived” the most abnormal freakish life. Gwens idea of “normal” is already fucking imsane and twisted now just add 2 extremely deformed miniature mindless cheddar goblins to the mix and it becomes a freakshow of epic proportion. I bet if the cheddars were nit goblins but infact normal sassy teens gwen would still be an absolutely embarrassing cringey hyper mommy, but at least her daughters would tell her to shut the fuck up and stop embarrassing everyone with her manic tard behavior.
 
Last edited:
Yea I imagine what my opinion would be on the hooligans if the mom was a normal sane human being then again if that were the case we wouldnt know about them because they would of been shut in the house away from prying eyes and she wouldnt be posting pictures of her husband jerking off shit out of them in outback steakhouse. A normal persons blog about the hooligans wouldnt of received the same attention gwen’s mental illness is what made the cheddar goblins a timeless meme.

If gwen wasnt some jumped up moron that won’t shut the fuck up about her “kids” and her own bowel movements it wouldn't have the same charm. Gwen’s mania and her invented personalities she made up for her cheddar goblins makes the whole trainwreck alot more enjoyable and interesting. A sane person wouldnt of taken or posted 90 percent of the photos/videos that she took of the hooligans a sane person wouldnt be wasting thousands of state goblin bucks on fancy equipment that the goblins cant use correctly or throwing the goblins in a pool or taking them horseback riding among many of the activities that are totally wasted on the brainless goblins.

A non manic bipolar freak wouldn’t be doing all the crazy shit she did with her goblins including the costume parties and cheddar goblin fashion shows. Her insistence on pretending her spuds are normal and should live a “normal life” is the whole premise of this comedy and the whole reason why the goblins “lived” the most abnormal freakish life. Gwens idea of “normal” is already fucking imsane and twisted now just add 2 extremely deformed miniature mindless cheddar goblins to the mix and it becomes a freakshow of epic proportion. I bet if the cheddars were nit goblins but infact normal sassy teens gwen would still be an absolutely embarrassing cringey hyper mommy, but at least her daughters would tell her to shut the fuck up and stop embarrassing everyone with her manic tard behavior.

I was thinking about that ... it is all her.

We know that the kids have got issues. One look at them will tell you this. However seeing them naked and screaming, cowering away from the sun, on a deck at the lake or being shit-mįlked at a steakhouse is where it crosses the line into TMI. And TMI or "oversharing" is rarely endearing.

She and her children probably would not be here, if she said "dressing up my pint-sized girls in silly costumes is a source of joy for me. It helps me cope with the reality of our situation, that their condition is degenerative and terminal."

I mean - who can't relate to that?

"Our therapies and activities are a source of hope for us, and at the very least, we get out of the house."

But it is the literal unrepentant "shit-show" and her mockery and fetishism that brings us back to this page, every time.

I disagree with you, that presenting "facts as they appear to be" and discussing coping mechanisms, would relegate her to a vortex of oblivion.

There is definitely a space in the disability and parenting communities for straightforward, secular talk, often discussion, about how to cope with insurmountable deformations of the character, mind or body. In fact, that space is broad but it speaks in a quiet tone of voice.

But like we've established, Gwen's blog is about Mom needing to blow off steam and her narcissistic drive to stand out, rather then the desire to exchange information about coping against the odds, and most importantly protecting her children.
 
Last edited:
I was thinking about that ... it is all her.

We know that the kids have got issues. One look at them will tell you this. However seeing them naked and screaming, cowering away from the sun, on a deck at the lake or being shit-mįlked at a steakhouse is where it crosses the line into TMI. And TMI or "oversharing" is rarely endearing.

She and her children probably would not be here, if she said "dressing up my pint-sized girls in silly costumes is a source of joy for me. It helps me cope with the reality of our situation, that their condition is degenerative and terminal."

I mean - who can't relate to that?

"Our therapies and activities are a source of hope for us, and at the very least, we get out of the house."

But it is the literal unrepentant "shit-show" and her mockery and fetishism that brings us back to this page, every time.

I disagree with you, that presenting "facts as they appear to be" and discussing coping mechanisms, would relegate her to a vortex of oblivion.

There is definitely a space in the disability and parenting communities for straightforward, secular talk, often discussion, about how to cope with insurmountable deformations of the character, mind or body. In fact, that space is broad but it speaks in a quiet tone of voice.

But like we've established, Gwen's blog is about Mom needing to blow off steam and her narcissistic drive to stand out, rather then the desire to exchange information about coping against the odds, and most importantly protecting her children.
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 & milk 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

There is literally no useful information about their disorders or how to care for someone with a condition because that's what her nurses do. They do all the labor gwen just enjoys smelling farts all day and blogging about it. She acts like a valley girl moron whenever the subject of anything scientific comes up or she just perceives hearing real diagnoses as pure evil covers her ears and then pretends she isn't hearing any of it. Her madness was even chronicled by the medical community when they were assessing exactly what "Asparagine Synthetase Deficiency" actually is. They even wrote down something along the lines of "Mother of subject b claims she can crawl however there is no evidence that she can." She was actually trying to bullshit real hardcore medical proffesionals the kind that write 500 page textbooks on this shit. If anything they probably just realized right off the bat "Oh I'm dealing with an actual crazy person" then they ignored every bs claim she made. The disorder her cheddar goblins have was previously unknown to the medical community. Most of the things gwen says about her kids are total lies and have been debunked by medical pros. Like her claim that her children were "Dwarfs" well they actually aren't it's alot sadder than that.... They were actually just suffering from extreme failure to thrive Lola was a premie and she really didn't grow much more from when she was born. She probably only gained around 5-10 pounds her whole life and was suffering from one of the most extreme cases of failure to thrive she was so extremely malnourished that she was literally a baby forever. That by itself is goddamn horrifying let alone the dozens of other issues they had.

They also had extreme facial deformities beyond whatever gwen said they did. They had displaced deformed jaws, eyes literally bulging out of the orbital, deformed palates, and rocker bottom feet. It's not this big "mystery" that gwen talks about these are known deformities she just never felt like actually enlightening people about how screwed up her kids really were. Instead she would just write bullshit like "It's a mystery why lolas feet look like this infact she is so unique and magical" Umm no she just has rocker bottom feet it's a known anomaly you can even type in rocker bottom feet and find babies with feet that look exactly like lolas crazy looking feet. She would just come up with wooo woo bullshit about why her kids looked so screwed up. She would write about how it's such a mystery why lola was so tiny compared to claire..... The doctors told her she was suffering from failure to thrive she just didn't want to admit to everyone that her selfish decision to not give lola a feeding tube was contributing to her extremely small stature. It's pretty obvious Claire: Feeding tube=Bigger Lola: No feeding tube=Smaller. She would even go so far as to say that they had "Genetic Superpowers" I mean when she started inserting this crap into her blog and her facebook posts all the time that's when she really started to go batshit insane. I think somewhere along the line she actually started believing her own bullshit. She would go on and on about how it's a holy experience to hold her brood and how innocent and spiritually pure they are. That was a little bit before claire died. I think claire's death actually humbled her a bit then she was in full "Omg we need help my babies are dying mode" and started carting dying lola around trying to get laws changed for no reason really. She went full grief mode and hasn't really looked back.
 
Last edited:
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

Her life actually sounds like pure hell taking care of these two.

None of this is funny, at all. Not even remotely. Everybody is suffering here.

Making a mockery of it, rather then taking pro-active measures to reduce the suffering, is not excusable.

It sounds like the kid was lactose intolerant.

Most of us discover our lactose intolerance when we have the symptoms that Lola had, after drinking a nice tall glass of skim mįlk.

Maybe had Gwen used human mįlk from a mīlk bank, which is the most nutritious , easily digested and biologically appropriate for our species, Lola wouldn't have produced so much gas. Her digestive system was completely FUBAR without the additional burden of processing goat's mīlk.

Goats mïlk is made for baby goats. Just like cows mïlk is for calves, which is why when you have a baby, they say NO DAIRY because the proteins are biologically incompatible and make the infant susceptible to a cascade of food reactions and allergies.

I really hope that those kids couldn't feel pain.

I am also irked that the kids were waking up and seizing in the middle of the night.

Not acceptable. Not funny. A decent parent, or caretaker, or bystander, would see that the kid is suffering, and done something about it, because nobody likes to have a seizure in the middle of the night.
 
Status
Not open for further replies.
Back