The writer's block is lifting. I know, you're thrilled. Try to contain yourself.
So why am I not writing? Uh... I actually have quite a bit to blog about now but there are big things brewing (Big, people. BIG) and I just don't have the time to write anything of any substance.
So instead - BABY PICTURES!
(Otherwise known as, Jesus, this woman has enough time to take pictures of her kids but not enough time to write? And to you I say, Yeah.)
Have you met my baby? I call her Cookie Puss.
Heavy emphasis on the cookie...
... Not that the rest of her isn't delicious too, because I have never known a baby to be this yummy.
Tell me you don't have the urge to stick your face into that roll between her cheeks and her neck and live there for awhile and I'll call you a puppy kicking/grandma slapping/baby hating fascist. And then I'll demand that you smell her because she smells like cookies too.
Believe me, one whiff and you'll be turned into a powerless puddle of goo in her little hand. I'm relieved this blog isn't scratch and sniff because I don't want to be included in the downfall of the American economy. Bailouts, bad loans, greedy corporations and cookie scented baby cheeks. Come to think of it, never mind. She doesn't really smell that good. Nothing to see here. Move along...
(More baby cheeks for me. Nom nom nom.)
(Also, am shameless Mommyblogger type shamelessly using cute baby as a shameless ploy to get out of writing anything of substance. Shameless. And I could really give a damn.)
(Big things, people. BIG.)
Monday, May 11, 2009
Cookie Puss - the only slightly less edible kind
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Mmmmm, nommable baby cheeks!
Makes me want to be home nomming my own baby so badly!
Oh I can just imagine the smell, heavenly. I drive my 18mth old nuts with all the kisses and sniffing I do of her. Nom nom nom.
Oh I can just imagine the smell, heavenly. I drive my 18mth old nuts with all the kisses and sniffing I do of her. Nom nom nom.
Oh I can just imagine the smell, heavenly. I drive my 18mth old nuts with all the kisses and sniffing I do of her. Nom nom nom.
Fortunately, I have my own set of nom-able cheeks to enjoy.
See, this is why my wife's paranoia about the internet sucks... I can't just toss up cute kid photos and call it a day. I have to, you know, think. Oh the humanity!
SciFi Dad - These days, thinking is not my forte.
You need to think for all of us poor, tired parents who can't think for themselves, okay? My brain is all tied up w/ remembering where I put the baby and what type of Teddy Grahams I should buy. It's exhausting.
Mmmm. She is pretty yummy looking. Good thing I have my own baby-cookie to munch.
Totally nomable. Nomalicious, even.
Waiting for the BIG THINGS right here...
adorable
She is definitely smoochy!
She's as good as any post you could ever write.
If I lived with something that cute, I wouldn't worry so much about blogging. I'd just keep posting pictures.
Adorable. I can see you in there, too, but with more cheek. (I love that spot in the jowls and neck where you can blow the perfect zerbert and they giggle like mad because it tickles!)
I hope the BIG THINGS are going well =)
And ohmygoodness,she'ssoadorable!!!
yummy yummy, my favorite thing is to munch on those cheeks. thank goodness i have one at home to make it through the day.
Yay for BIG THINGS. Provided they're GOOD big things of course.
We'll wait until you're ready to tell.
We're patient.
Okay, that's been long enough.
Hey, I say whatever works!
Besides, I like seeing baby cheeks. I want to bite them. ;-)
Awww... she's adorable. But then you already knew that.
Good luck with the big things, whatever they may be.
om nom nom nom!
Oh those lovely pudgy cheeks! Beauty.
And oh how I want her shirt... peace love & cookies, what more do you need?
Waaaay cuter than the original Carvel cookie puss!
I know I'm going to burn in hell for this but growing up punk rock every time I hear this term all I can think about is this song by The Beastie Boys so here gos start the burnin'. The shit with this bitchYo I said I'm calling you B.Yo B it's the phoneYo B."May I help you?""Yes what's your name?""Hello?""Hello man you got Cookypuss's number?""Here's my supervisor, he'll help you""Yo man, where's the supervisor at?I-I got the number anyway baby!That bitch hang up on me"These pussy crumbs are making me itch!Ah Cookypuss, HEY! Ah CookypussMaybe I should scratchAaahhn, B-E-A-S-T-I-E go!"My real name is""My real name is""My sisters name was"ScratchCookypuss, cook, cook, cook, scratch, scratch.Oh,cook, cook, cook, cook oh cookypuss"And my mother got to call us for dinner""Yo, yo, yo!"Cookypuss. Pussy crumbs, what are pussy crumbs?"Take me home and eat me, yeah!"Bitch, I'll fuckin' kick your ass bitch."Hello, Carvel?""Yo man Cookypuss there?""Who?""Cookypuss, I want to speak to Cookypuss man!""No. Nobody here by that name.""A Cooky O' Puss then. Cookychic, anybody man, I want to speak to them!""There not here.""I said, I house ya, where's Cookie Puss at?Yo I'm serious, I wanna talk to.. yo manCookypuss, alright let, let me order one then, let me get one.""When do you want it for?""Anytime man, just like now and shit, you know, that shit now.I'm talkin' now B. Damn bitch hang up, I'll kick your ass bitch""Yo yo yo""Yo yo yo""Beastie Boys rock!""Beastie Boys"
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