RMers with kids

[spike]

My kid just walked up to me, reached back, and dropped a man sized log of shit on the floor.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[spike]

My kid just walked up to me, reached back, and dropped a man sized log of shit on the floor.

this doesn't seem to be working too well

There have been wins, and losses. Trying to be patient.

[JuanHamm]

vacatetheturd

[lennytheweedwhacker]

My kid just walked up to me, reached back, and dropped a man sized log of shit on the floor.

dad would just pick it up and throw it in the neighbor's yard.

[dad]

My kid just walked up to me, reached back, and dropped a man sized log of shit on the floor.

dad would just pick it up and throw it in the neighbor's yard.

no, i'd throw in the empty field next to my house like a good neighbor.

also, WOW, spike...best of luck.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

My kid just walked up to me, reached back, and dropped a man sized log of shit on the floor.

dad would just pick it up and throw it in the neighbor's yard.

no, i'd throw in the empty field next to my house like a good neighbor.

The field is your neighbor. Idiot.

[dad]

My kid just walked up to me, reached back, and dropped a man sized log of shit on the floor.

dad would just pick it up and throw it in the neighbor's yard.

no, i'd throw in the empty field next to my house like a good neighbor.

The field is your neighbor. Idiot.

put the neighborhood up your ass.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

My kid just walked up to me, reached back, and dropped a man sized log of shit on the floor.

dad would just pick it up and throw it in the neighbor's yard.

no, i'd throw in the empty field next to my house like a good neighbor.

The field is your neighbor. Idiot.

put the neighborhood up your ass.

It's a beautiful day.

[dad]

My kid just walked up to me, reached back, and dropped a man sized log of shit on the floor.

dad would just pick it up and throw it in the neighbor's yard.

no, i'd throw in the empty field next to my house like a good neighbor.

The field is your neighbor. Idiot.

put the neighborhood up your ass.

It's a beautiful day.

it's not because you've ruined it.

[Dev]

My kid just walked up to me, reached back, and dropped a man sized log of shit on the floor.

dad would just pick it up and throw it in the neighbor's yard.

no, i'd throw in the empty field next to my house like a good neighbor.

The field is your neighbor. Idiot.

put the neighborhood up your ass.

It's a beautiful day.

it's not because you've ruined it.

lenny has gone full heel and it sucks ass

[dad]

My kid just walked up to me, reached back, and dropped a man sized log of shit on the floor.

dad would just pick it up and throw it in the neighbor's yard.

no, i'd throw in the empty field next to my house like a good neighbor.

The field is your neighbor. Idiot.

put the neighborhood up your ass.

It's a beautiful day.

it's not because you've ruined it.

lenny has gone full heel and it sucks ass

maybe if he puts his heel up his ass he'll make another turn.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I don't put anything up my ass. Not even penises.

[Dev]

I don't put anything up my ass. Not even penises.

ur so vanilla

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I don't put anything up my ass. Not even penises.

ur so vanilla

I am well aware.

[spike]

I don't put anything up my ass. Not even penises.

do you ever think about it

[Monkey_Driven]

My youngest is finally starting to walk (at 15 months). I forgot how hilarious the line between overconfidence and faceplants can be.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Monkey_Driven]

Will the oldest help guide him away from the really bad falls do you think ?

That's a cute thought.

[tree_]

My 8 year old has begun crawling all over the place and my almost 4 year old is actually a lot of help. He prevented him from eating a tiny Yoshi sticker the other day.