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September 13, 2002

baby talk

baby talk

These foreign objects are currently positioned in my bath tub tonight. But don't alert the authorities just yet, while they are indeed suspicious they are also much welcomed.

I'm not used to seeing these types of things lurking in my bathroom but my baby cousin is visiting from Australia and lucky me, I got to give her a bath this evening. The scary looking doll/troll on the ledge has a name of course...

"Bubbie."

Just a perfectly lovely name for a plastic babydoll.
But my littlest cousin is only two. Ideally she'll develop a bigger vocabulary of suitable names before giving birth to one of her own children, which may very well be before I do!

She could hardly wait to climb into the tub and practically did so with her nappy still firmly intact on her buttocks. Once in the tub she didn't want to get out. I told her, "time to get out of the tub now, cousin Moxie has to take a shower so she can go out" She told me "no" and was very firm about it.

Finally I pulled her out when her fingers and toes had wrinkled like prunes and she cried. This was after she had spread the legs of her babydoll, (AKA Bubbie) pointing out his/her privates several times. I was appreciative of the spontaneous anatomy lesson. For about a half hour she had also shown me roughly a hundred times how she swims, probably covering enough ground to have swum the English Channel.

Kids.

I told her, "cousin Moxie is stinky and in less than an hour she has to be around people who aren't stinky." She laughed amidst an outburst and the cries quickly turned into giggles. "You think I'm kidding," I told her.

After being around my little cousin for only a day I think I'm ovulating out of schedule. I secretly fear that I'll never have one of my own. While I think it may very well be a detriment to society, I'd love to see a little Mox running around someday. We're taking her to the beach tomorrow. Keep your fingers crossed and hope the weather cooperates. At least it will be a good story. There's always a story.

On a happier note, I had no idea that I was even pregnant, but it seems I gave birth to a blog baby.

It's a BOY!!!

The father appears to be Glenn Reynolds of Instapundit. But DNA tests are pending.
I have to admit that I've retained no recollections of the copulation. Gosh, I hope I was good -- him being so famous and all. So everyone please welcome my first blog baby Lynn Carrier. He's a southern gentleman y'all and very smart!

{this post is dedicated to the lovely, intelligent and cool Ann Salisbury who bought me a drink at the LA Press Club event tonight. But more on that and Tony later!!}

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