Red Mosquito

VinylGuy wrote:

VinylGuy wrote:Ill be babysitting my two nieces tomorrow for a while, almost three years old and one year and a half...any suggestions?

im thinking ill put Batman: Mask Of The Phantasm if they get too loud.

this went great. I had to put out a little swimming pool they have at the end and both were very happy. We previously sang with a karaoke mic i bought them in Paris.

My choice? Dance Of Clairvoyants, which the little one loved. They also loved Stiff Upper Lip by ACDC.

The older one chose Let It Go from the frozen soundtrack.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

Simple Torture wrote:

Bammer wrote:We are about to embark upon Disneyworld 3 out of the next 4 days.

Pray for me.

We’re arriving at Disney World on Monday. Twins set to meet???

Rangi Guy wrote:So during the weekend we were out shopping - stopped at a store and noticed a car had slightly driven over a ledge - with its front wheels hanging in the air. The driver was in the car trying to reverse with no luck while their son was trying to push the car back. Went over to help and lifted the front of the car and pushed it back a bit so all wheels were on the ground. Got back to the rest of the family, and my girls now think I'm Superman for having lifted a car. This admiration had started to fade, but yesterdat we attended the hīkoi in Wellington, and this kid came up to me asking if I was the guy who'd lifted thier car - back fresh in my girl's memory and admiration is back baby!

spike wrote:I’m officially terrified of strep now. The kid of a friend of my sister’s had it a few weeks ago, now she’s in a coma in the ICU with autoimmune encephalitis mog. WTF.

Rangi Guy wrote:

spike wrote:I’m officially terrified of strep now. The kid of a friend of my sister’s had it a few weeks ago, now she’s in a coma in the ICU with autoimmune encephalitis mog. WTF.

What the hell??!!? Fortunately my girl appears to be doing well now she's on antibiotics. Our biggest fear was that if was strep she could develop rheumatic fever since she's in one of the higher risk ethnicities

spike wrote:

Rangi Guy wrote:

spike wrote:I’m officially terrified of strep now. The kid of a friend of my sister’s had it a few weeks ago, now she’s in a coma in the ICU with autoimmune encephalitis mog. WTF.

What the hell??!!? Fortunately my girl appears to be doing well now she's on antibiotics. Our biggest fear was that if was strep she could develop rheumatic fever since she's in one of the higher risk ethnicities

Sorry, it’s very rare so I wouldn’t worry. But yeah, scary stuff. She started seizing at school, and was initially diagnosed with epilepsy. Then after a normal day home, she started screaming in her bed, one side of her body couldn’t move, and she went into a self induced coma in the ambulance ride and hasn’t woken up for several days.

I guess it’s basically a virus that makes your immune system attack your brain, so she’s on steroids for brain, spine, and eye swelling, and transfusions to replace the antibody rich blood they’re removing. She’ll almost certainly live, but could end up blind, partially paralyzed, or have brain damage. Just horrible.

Rangi Guy wrote:

spike wrote:

Rangi Guy wrote:

spike wrote:I’m officially terrified of strep now. The kid of a friend of my sister’s had it a few weeks ago, now she’s in a coma in the ICU with autoimmune encephalitis mog. WTF.

What the hell??!!? Fortunately my girl appears to be doing well now she's on antibiotics. Our biggest fear was that if was strep she could develop rheumatic fever since she's in one of the higher risk ethnicities

Sorry, it’s very rare so I wouldn’t worry. But yeah, scary stuff. She started seizing at school, and was initially diagnosed with epilepsy. Then after a normal day home, she started screaming in her bed, one side of her body couldn’t move, and she went into a self induced coma in the ambulance ride and hasn’t woken up for several days.

I guess it’s basically a virus that makes your immune system attack your brain, so she’s on steroids for brain, spine, and eye swelling, and transfusions to replace the antibody rich blood they’re removing. She’ll almost certainly live, but could end up blind, partially paralyzed, or have brain damage. Just horrible.

That shit's gonna give me nightmares! Can't even begin to imagine the hell her parents must be going through right now. Hope this lass pulls off a miracle and wakes with minimal effects

spike wrote:Sparkly Disney or general princess dresses are such a battle cry to young girls. There’s like 30 kids at this playground, and my daughter is just drawn to the only other one dressed the same. It’s how they find their tribe.

Carl Sandburg wrote: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.

Carl Sandburg wrote: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.