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*I start shuffling in my sleep, the sound of you coming back in the other room carries all the way to the nursery. Yet it wasn't quite enough to wake me.*

[How was din dins, Dragon?]

Okay me is back now lol

*I lift my head from your tear-stained shirt to look at you, but I can't bring myself to say anything. I just lay there weakly, tuckered out from my tantrums. As if knowing, you lift me without saying a word, all in one motion, standing up and grabbing Mr. Cuddles from the couch in the process.*

*Mugh...Sniif* I groan as I'm lifted back onto your shoulder into the same carrying position as before. The creeping, drowsy feeling progressively taking me over a little more by the moment.*

*Although I'm facing over your shoulder, I can tell where we're headed, seeing us move down the hall by the stairway - towards the nursery. I fidget a little in protest, but it's a weak battle and doesn't last for more than a few moments, to tired to actually fight what was happening.*

*We enter the colorful pastel room, I can see the paint trim on the walls and the small bouncer in the corner. As we go deeper in the room, I resume my struggles as you lift me off of you, and I'm lain down in the crib.*

"No... no nap..." I whine. *I squirm a little, sinking into the plush bedding. Mr. Cuddles is lain down next to me, and as if instinctual, I immediately cling to the rabbit.*

"No...nap, no *yawn* nap..." I chant as I start to lose focus. *A soft blanket is then lain over me feet first, until it came resting over my chest, up by my shoulders. The combination of the bed, the bunny and the blanket all being too much for my tired state to ignore, as the comfort pulls me into the warm embrace, beckoning to Dreamland.*

*Through blurry eyes I watch you raise the crib bars and latch them with a faint 'click'. I curl into the bunny, shifting onto my side and wrap around it. As my eyes flutter, I see you leave through the door, leaving it open. No light to shut off thanks to the lightly-shuttered window pouring in enough from outside.*

"No...ahhh..." *Nothing can be heard of me but light, soft breathing as I finally fall asleep.*

[Otay. *Hugs*, just be sure to come back - "babies" can't get out of their cribs by themselves, or at least they're not supposed too. :3]

( Ummm hay I need to cook dinner but I will be back on later though OK hugs you )

I put you into your crob to take a nappy and I place Mr. Cuddles in with you and I wrap you in a warm blankie

*As you approach from behind, I don't even notice you. I only really notice once the pressure from the plastic guard is lifted from my diaper, and then look up to see you undoing the cloth-fiber clasps. Now free, I try to shimmy and slide my way out of the highchair, but you lift me out of it before I make much progress. The flailing stops as I'm lifted towards your shoulder.*

*Still whining, gasping and blubbering, I've stopped the wailing at least. As you place me on your shoulder and carry me, my face goes a little more red with you carrying me with a hand on my bottom.*

*You hold me at bent arm's length as you sit down on the couch, twisting in place to be laying across it, and lay me down onto your belly. I bury my face into your chest, pressing my teary eyes into your shirt as a continue to blubber and sniffle incoherently.*

[Yeeesh, sounds like your city planners are bunk, huh? You need to get their silly butts in gear! ]

Its bad down at the local marina so mus trash you could fill 100 garbage cans

I go to the kitchen and I take you out of the chair and I walk over to the couch and lay on it with you laying on my belly

*Unfortunately for me, I can't hear you over the sound of my incessant wailing* ( ) *

[ICKY!! I'm one of those that will pick up trash if I find it on the ground. Daddy says that I could get sick, but I think it's better to get it to a proper receptacle than just let it rot and muck up the place. :s]

Well I guess Mingle doesn't want to see the dog or have a treat since she is being bad

( Mostly 50 years worth of pollution and no one caring enough to clean it up )

*Upping the ante, I start kicking the bottom of the try in addition to banging on the top of it, for extra noise. I just WONT. STOP CRYING... Very loudly.*

[Well... I guess there's that too. What's got that marina to be so icky?]

Just sits on the couch ignoring you while watching TV and looking at my diapee.

( I wouldn't even use the fish for that I just let em go )