So I've found out that I heal fairly quickly. That's pretty awesome for me, but the smallest things bother me. For the past...I don't know, week and a half, the cold has cracked the skin on my elbow and moving that through cloth is so annoying and bleh. And I've seriously soaked my elbows in lotion and I swear, if I can't find the Vaseline soon, I'm going to like explode in a fit of annoyed rage.
Which, I guess that reminds me of when Andrei was a tiny baby, he had really bad skin and his feet and scalp were constantly scabby and dry. We'd rub a heck lot of lotion and Vaseline onto his feet and use shampoo that was supposed to help. Maybe the rest of us didn't get that because we weren't born here and we probably weren't super premature like he was. Oh yeah, and we didn't try to strangle ourselves with the umbilical cord before we were officially people.
I have the silliest birth stories about my brothers...well, I know of anecdotes about their birth. Jeremy was born shortly after my dad left the hospital to take me to McDonald's. The doctors were also pretty much on lunch break. No one expected him that early. Daniel wasn't born head-first, but instead as if he were sitting, and Andrei, well that was the paragraph before this. I don't think I was actually there for any of the births...hm.
Aww, damn it. Now I'm thinking about babies. Haha, there will be a potential 25% chance my grandchildren will have dark hair and blue eyes. That's silly.
-Well, since I guess this thing is all about babies
Scarlet Bloodmoon
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you are super sillyss
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