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 Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 10:39 am
Dear Baby Diary,
Today is my first entry in you, and I'm trusting you to keep the events of my son, or soon to be son. Or daughter. It might be a girl. ...A girl like her mother. What a terrifying thought. While being a very lovely woman, Taralell Legend is an imposing woman, even in a good mood. Say nothing of when she's going through hormone shifts and cravings, while her corset is entirely too tight due to swelling breasts! I remember the frist day we met her, she was barely even showing, and even then she had this horribly cranky expression on her face. Later I would realie that it was due to her lacking sleep over the decision she was forced to make. She had always wanted a child, a little Legend of her own to raise in a safe environment. Unfortunatly, though unspecifically, she said she in no way had such a life, where she would be able to safely raise a child.
It made me wonder, though, what kind of a life did she lead? And where was the father. The look on her face prevented me from asking, however. ...She's really rather scary.
Anyway, she agreed to allow us to adopt her child after she met us and thought about us. She was unsure, having expected what she called a "Less homosexual" couple to ask to adopt. She said she had a good feeling about us, though, so, she agreed. To be honest, the day she took to think it over was the longest in my life. I thought I was going to be ill for half of the wait. Then once she told us, I thought my chest would explode. ....One of the best days of my life, that's for sure.
Of course, now since I have a child on the way, I had to get some toys.
I got these;
I thought they were adorable, and I have a thing for bunnies.
Also, a pack of strange wolves moved into our estate. They seem friednly, to us at least, I'm not sure how they'd react to strangers.
Meet Lucius. Somehow, he manages to be playful and cranky at the same time.
Bones. I know, she looks terribly evil, but she's very soft and loveing, and loves company.
I haven't named this one yet.
Have you ever seen The Nightmare Before Christmas? This guy reminded me of Jack, so hence, he's Jack.
And of course, this had to be Sally.
And then, the strangest of them all, Peri.
I'll tell you more about them when I can.
As for now... I have to find something to appease the craving mother of my baby.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2005 9:02 am
Dear Baby Diary,
Today was a disaster. Absolute disaster. We'll call today...
Attack of the Crib.
It started out innocently enough, I had this BRILLANT idea that we needed a crib. And, oh no, not just any crib, but one of those cribs that has everything. I mean, EVERYTHING. Raising and lowering crib walls, special cushioning, built in toy set, Built in diaper changing station, built in baby monitor... I MEAN EVERYTHING! I hitit lucky with a huge costume party that happened, so I was busy for quite a while, and I easily saved up enough for this crib. I was quite pleased with myself. I even managed to keep it a secret from Steven! Though he guessed something was up, because I went around, giggling to myself. I even went out, got it myself, and was determined to set it up, all before he got home.
...That's when the horror began.
At first, I couldn't even get the box open. This should have been my first warning, but Noooo! I had to continue! What was a simple box?! NOTHING I TELL YOU! And then, I pulled out the instruction manual.
Pieces A and B connect to Piece C, but only after Pieces F4 though L 92 are fully assembled as per visual A provided. Please refer to visual C in order construct piece D 18, and the back of visual B to attach piece D 18 to pieces A and B. Please only refer to visual Q if accompanied by an electrition, otherwise, refer to optional references R and G.
...Does that hurt anyone else head? Anyway, still undaunted, I set forth to assemble this thing. In the process, I managed to slice open my thumb, smash up my shin, and put a hole in the wall, all without managing to assemble a SINGLE. THING. Not a single thing. Nothing. That's when I decided to take the thing back. So I managed to pack it all up, and was going to take it back to the store, when I tripped and fell down the stairs with it, smashing it beyond belief, as well as winding up with a nasty bump in the middle of my forehead.
....That's when Steven came home. And I've decided. The baby is sleeping in our bed. AND THAT'S FINAL. >:[
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 6:52 pm
Dear Baby Journal,
Today was alright, I spent the day with our expecting mommy. We went out for brunch, had coffee, then lunch, mroe coffee, then had an afternoon snack, then dinner, then another dinner...
That woman can pack food away like a horse, a really scary horse. She doesn't talk much, but, she seems to be relaxing around me, which is nice. I invited her over to dinner for tomorrow, and she accpeted, soooo.... It wasn't her usual staring at me angrily, like I had kicked her in the stomach.
I DID buy her a bunch new clothes, though, so she'd be more comfortable. She seemed to appriciate that, and even thanked me, so, that was nice. She now has a few dresses, some looser shirts, some nice sweat pants. She wanted to get into those almost imediatly, so.... Um... I guess that's it for now....
Talk to you later, baby!
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2005 2:16 pm
- Log #1
I'm sorry this is the first time I've gotten to write. I've been really busy with my occult shop. I'm really nervous about all this. That's not to say that I don't want it to happen, but I'm starting to doubt that I can be a good father when I'm always so busy. I'm worried that Di will end up raising the child all on his own because I won't be around that much.
I haven't even really properly met our mother. Just a few little hellos before I grab dinner and then head off to bed after a long night of inventorying. Come to think of it, I haven't even spent any time with Di lately. Ok, now I'm really bummed out. I'll have to think of some way to free up my time, for Di...for the baby...for myself.
-- Steven
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 6:28 am
Dear Baby Diary,
Well. I haven't seen much of my husband/wife, and I really miss him. Instead, I've been spending more time with Taralell, our mother to be. We've discovered we have a sin in common. Rolo Icecream. Mmmm, we both ate like, 2 buckets apiece. I'm gaining sympathy weight. ...or just weight. I hope I'm still attractive to Steven... God knows he hasn't even seen me for a week or two...
Maybe Taralell will let me exercise with her? She seems to do it every day. ...How else does she stay slender with 2 buckets of rolo icecream?
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 6:59 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 3:04 pm
Dear Baby Diary,
Taralell stayed overnight last night. Man, she's getting huge, and her carvings are getting crazy. She asked for black cherry icecream with gravey for dinner, and pickles and M&Ms for dessert. I could hardly keep from shuddering at the sight of her devouring it like a preditor on meat. It was crazy. But then afterwards she sat and helped me with a costume order that I needed to fill, that I've been putting off for far too long. She's really useful, and smart, and knows her way around the sewing machine. I guess she's finally really warming up to me, and I'm glad. I'd like if she was able to visit once the baby comes, and see him or her.
I'm also a little afraid that she's going to change her mind about giving us the baby... I saw her out in the garden the other day, crying and holding her stomach, not like it hurt, but like she was cradling it. I don't know what we'll do if she backs out suddenly... Steven would be crushed... he's so looking forward to this little bundle of joy. ....Not that I'll be any better...
To be honest, I'm terrified... horrified at the idea of not having this baby. I already feel like I've been helping raise this child, making Taralell eat right, relax... I don't know...
....I'm very scared.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 7:19 pm
Dear Baby Diary,
Taralell is starting to spend more time over here, so, I'm not as scared anymore. She seems to enjoy my cooking, though she says it gives her gas like nothing else. That's fine, we make her sleep in the guest room anyway.
I like having her stay close, though. She's getting near that time, and we're all getting anxious. I really hope it goes well, with no complications. She's never told me much about her past, but, I really get the impression she's had a hard life. She doesn't need something that she's had to live with for the past pregancy to be hard as well.
...I also really hope it's a little boy. REALLY hope. Little sailor suits, he can be a little wizard too! He can take after me, or Steven...
But I wouldn't mind a little girl either. Frilly little dresses, my little princess! We'll save up and buy her a pony... well. Maybe not. But we'll get her a stuffed one. Unless she likes something else, and then we'll get instead! Or him, we'll get him the something else...
Agh, now I'm babbling. I'm just so excited.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 7:21 pm
Dear Baby Diary,
I think Taralell is going to lose it. She's constantly paceing, constantly muttering under her breath, eating like a HORSE. She's eating us into the poorhouse, and there's nothing we can do about it. She's still skinny as hell, working out more then ever since she can't leave. It's obvious she wants to leave, though, she's grateful for all we're doing for her, and... I can't help but feel badly for her. She's obviously not used to staying anywhere for any length of time, but now she can't, and it's killing her. I worry about her health when she's this wound up, but I'm not sure what to suggest. She's handling it on her own, which, is something I think she's used to, and I'm not sure I should interfer. I guess I'll just keep feeding her.
Steven continues to be very busy... and I miss him. I guess that makes me the housewife...? Is this where I start to say I feel neglected? I don't want to nag him though... he works so hard. ....
Should I start wearing a dress?
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2005 1:02 am
Dear Baby Diary,
Well sweetheart, you took your sweet time coming into the world, and when we weren't watching, invaded.
....and you are the most beautiful baby, ever.
Taralell was finally sitting down with Steven to get to know each other, after a very long period where Taralell was uninterested in meeting him, and he was too busy with work to be able to hang around much. Finally, they had begun to talk, and Taralell's water broke. Right there, on our bed. Steven panicked, Taralell was screaming in a language we couldn't understand, and she had her hand wrapped around Steven's so tightly I thought fingers were going to fall off. I went to call the Doctor, but Taralell was yelling how there wasn't time, that you were on your way, so she scooted back on the bed, still holding Steven's hands, while I ran to get more pillows instead. I had hardly enough time to get the pillows, however, when you arrived. I thought it was going to take HOURS for you to come, sweetheart, but, you were certainly in a hurry. Taralell passed out shortly after you were born, and we made you and your mother as comfortable as possible, while calling the doctor.
Lucky for us, despite the birth being so very rapid, you are healthy, and crying, and certainly loud. But we love you, and we agreed to name you Sirus, with Taralell's blessing.
Now... we're just attempting to get used to having you with us.
....We're so very happy, Sirus, and we're going to make you as happy as we can.
Steven, your mother, and I love you very, very much.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 10:30 pm
Dear Baby diary,
Well, it's beena rocky start, Sirus. You're quite the handful even at this age, and you certainly do enjoy causing me grief. Whether it be throwing up on me, pissing on me, putting stuff in my hair, gumming me, or just crying for hours on end, you're a little devil. But I love you even more for it. The moments when you're quiet, smiling up at me, I know it's all worth it, and I'm going to raise you, (With Steven, of course) to be the best little man you can be.
...You really need to stop pissing on me, though. I'd really appriciate that. It's like you hold it till you know I gotta change your diaper, then let loose with the hose of ew gross doom.
Steven is working harder then ever. You eat like a horse, and you're so little. It makes me laugh, sometimes, I think you're competing with me about how much you can eat. It's adorable, but you're already a little sausage. Don't worry though, I think it's adorable. And I think you'll grow out of it, and turn into a right handsome man. Of course, you're already breaking hearts with your elvish ears. I can't go grocery shopping with you without being mobbed by women. "OoooOh my gosh! Your son is so cute!" The things I have to deal with just to get some food for my adorable little boy.
Getting you clothes is nearly impossible! All those women flocking around to pick out outfits.... I'm simply going to have to make them from home. ....I'm sorry if I dress you up as a little pink bunny. I hope I don't scar you for life.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 1:04 pm
Dear Baby Diary,
We got to meet Rini and Lulu today, and Sirus seemed to really enjoy it. I'll try and get him out to meet more people, more often, since it seems to have such a positive affect on him. Almost instantly there was less biting, less pissing on me, and so on. Of course, this also means enduring all the cooing from women when I'm on my way to a place to meet more friends for Sirus...
Steven has really been working hard lately, and I miss him. But I also realize that he's the big bread winner, so I've been trying to keep the house clean, keep Sirus happy, and keep Steven happy and relaxed when he is home. I wish he could spend more time with his son, though. I'm sure Sirus misses him. ...Though he doesn't show it.
I also need to go find some new toys for Sirus, as he doesn't have very many to begin with. Hmmm. I'll have to see.
He really gets along well with the pack of wolves on our property, though. They really love him, and he really loves them. Hopefully he doesn't pick up any of their traits, though.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 7:34 pm
Merry Christmas, Baby Sirus!
I know it's been a while since I wrote in your journal, but work has been so crazy, everyone wants old fashioned gowns and wear for Christmas parties this year. I think I had close to 25 orders to fill between November and December, and I just finished. Ah, my poor little boy, I haven't had as much time to spend with you, but you seem to be handling yourself alright. You're very independant, and while I'm proud of you, it worries me that you'll be that way all your life, and you'll only get more introverted. Which will make it hard for you to find a lovely boyfriend. ....Or, heaven forbid, girlfriend. Either way, as long as you're happy, my little boy, I'll be happy for you.
One thing about being so busy this time of year, is that I had a lot of money to spend on your Christmas presents! Oh, you're going ot be the most handsome little boy ever! I can't wait till you open your gifts. It'll be the most special thing ever. Ah.... if only Steven wasn't so busy... I hung mistletoe everywhere.... not that you needed to know that. ...
MOVING ON! I'll try and set up a playdate soon, Sirus, so you can meet another friend. It'll be fun, I think, and you seem to enjoy them.
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 10:34 pm
Dear Baby Sirus,
I write this despite the pain in my fingers, due to your massive biting habit. I realize that since I am the one around the most, I have to be the 'Bad Daddy' and be the one to tell you no all the time when you're grabbing for things, pulling stuff off the bookshelves, throwing knives, crawling after the neighbours cat in a fashion that speaks of murderous intent... But really, I love you, and I am not a teething toy.
...Speaking of teeth, I don't recall your mother haveing such sharp pearly whites.
.....Mind you, she never bit me.
Anyway, Hopefully the 100% fruit juice (Or that's what we tell Daddy Steven) popcicles I make you will curb your interest in my blood. Though, the stories I tell you seem to keep you preoccupied. I wonder if it's an omen that you have such an interest in tales of magic and far off places...
....That's a disturbing thought. You're not even walking and I'm already getting mental images of you leaving me to go exploreing and finding some exotic prince who steals your heart and makes you never come back to see your old papa and papa, who are even too old to....
I shouldn't finish that sentence. I'm sure you miss your other papa as much as I do. Though, not always in the same way I do. He's so busy, as of late, I never see him. But, that's what I get for being the stay at home dad, and him the bread winner. Don't worry sweetie, I'm sure you'll have plenty of time with him once his work calms down. Maybe he can even teach you some magics, if it's in your blood. I'm not sure if Drow elves can even learn magic.... I should start reading up on that. OH! I wonder if you'll get a wand too.... Oh, that would be wonderful. my own little handsome wizard drow son.... I'd make you wizard robes with little stars and everything!
....And then you'd disown me for embarssing you. Yeah, I can see that.
I think I've said enough now... I'd better finish this off before you suddenly learn to read and you try and take a chunk out of me.
...Just remember no matter what, I love you.
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 9:45 pm
((This Entry is from the view of Sirus, if he were able to write! ))
Dearest Father DiMarco, and Dearest Father Steven,
A few things of note.
I do not appreciate my rice being mashed in with my ham. This puree baby food makes me feel ill. As soon as I am able, I will be explaining my dislike for such things in detail to you, with some physical violence to make sure it sticks within your obviously infantile brains. Honestly, how am I supposed to have any sort of dignified, feared reputation with the older brats if I am to be fed such pathetic meals.
....Give me meat, or I'll find it myself.
A second issue that has risen is the type of diaper you are torturing my delicately soft rear end with. Obviously you have never had to put up with such unacceptable material, but I am fed up. No longer will I permit such fabric to touch my bare a** again! You will find it most difficult to keep me in my diapers from now on. You were warned.
A third, and final issue. I will no longer be accepting nap times at 2 pm. Instead, I will nap at 4 pm, which will allow you adequate time to prepare a decent meal for me, instead of the prechewed vomit you've been half assed preparing in the past. This will also make it easier for me to stay up later, and catch my favorite show, "Dead Like Me". Should you choose to ignore these demands, I will be forced to request a new set of fathers, which I am loath to do. Despite your many ********, I am quite fond of you, to the point of where I wouldn't kill you if I met you in a dark alley. This is saying quite a bit. So, hopefully we can continue this relationship for a while to come.
Yours Truely,
Sirus Legend.
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