Like a Mama Cat
Jun 19, 2009 All Things Charli, All Things X, Family, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, Parenting, This Thing Called Marriage.
I have my babies back in my possession. I can touch them and pet them and kiss them and tickle them and squeeze them see them and hear them purr be loud as fuck in my face.
I can also smell them.
For those of you who aren’t parents, you may not understand this phenomenon. As soon as my kids were born (read: as soon as they were cleaned and wrapped in the hospital blanket) I buried my nose into them and breathed my babies’ unique scent. I still bury my face into their hair and smell them during cuddle time. Even Xavier … except now it is less than before because he no longer smells like baby and smells more like stinky boy.
My kid or not, I am not a fan of eu de stinky boy.
Anyway, I love all newborn baby smell. I love to sniff them and I am pretty sure if they had a newbornbabysmellpurfumeorroomspray I would buy it. (Hmmmm… This might make a killing.)
I also have my papa cat back in my possession. It is a different kind of smelling with him though. It is a “lemme smell ya dick in my face” kind of sniff out. 1) I want to touch it and him all sexy-time like with my vagandmore… but also mama cat needs to inspect her property to make sure other pussy’s werent all up on it while he was away. The inspection went in his favor and he left mama cat purring contently in the early morning hours of his return. (This doesnt have anything to do with the dirty text messages that were exchanged between us. When did wildcats start texting!?)
Mama cat is happy to have her pride home. I think that next time the amount of time I will be away from all will have to be much shorter. This trip made me realize that I need a certain kind of stimulation… and not just any stimulation either.
I need my family. Annoying, frustrating … happy and sad … I need them.
What animal do you think you most relate to and why?
June 20th, 2009 at 05:53
I relate to koala bears. Ever see those little koala bear hugging toys, where you pinch their backs and they can hug a pencil or something? Well, in real life, I’m the koala bear and Walter is the eucalyptus tree. He even says to me “let’s do your koala thing”, meaning where he lays on his back and I cling to him for dear life in cuddling heaven. HECK YES!!!
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LivingWicked Reply:
June 20th, 2009 at 09:04
Awwww that is so freaking cute.
June 20th, 2009 at 09:43
We all need a break now and then but never for very long.
I was the same way – just breathed them in all the time. They grew up too damn fast….the plus there would be the whole new generation of babies to breathe in. Wait until you get the grandbabies – it’s a brand new kind of heaven, Courtni. Before I got my Little Man, I used to make special trips down the baby aisle in the grocery store just so I could smell all those wonderful little baby smells. Still…nothing like having the real thing to snuggle up to.
Dill has entered the “stinky boy” stage and I am not a fan of it either. I was just picking up his pile of dirty clothes that he left beside the bathtub last night and wondering why boys have to be so damn gross. Good grief. I’d miss it like crazy though if I didn’t have him around.
I’m a mama cat too.
LivingWicked Reply:
June 20th, 2009 at 13:03
I knew you were a mama cat too. I am pretty sure that is why I love you so much. The mommy gangster bond is beyond describable.
June 20th, 2009 at 11:51
This is almost completely lost on me. I am alone.
But I went to a show the other night and it was the middle of the night. hundred people packed into a small room with no air conditioning, fans or even air circulation. It was at least 110 degrees in that packed room.
The lead singer was dripping sweat like the rest of us and asked if anyone had anything to wipe his face on. I threw him handkerchief I had in my back pocket. It hit him in the face but he didn’t see who had thrown it. He wiped his face and then smelled it. His eyes searched the crowd and he said my name. He found me and he said he could smell my scent on the handkerchief. He breathed it in again and told the audience it was a good smell.
I caught at least one girl and two guys smell me in the crowd.
I think I am a panda.
LivingWicked Reply:
June 20th, 2009 at 13:04
You totally are a panda.
David Reply:
June 20th, 2009 at 13:50
I make a good panda.
LivingWicked Reply:
June 20th, 2009 at 13:51
I agree.
June 20th, 2009 at 13:15
I am so glad you have them back!! I can’t imagine having my flock gone. Ok so maybe I feel like a mama bird or something? Hell if I know. What kind of mama animal cooks, cleans and changes diapers while the daddy animal watches the science channel and naps??
LivingWicked Reply:
June 20th, 2009 at 13:17
HA. That is a mama cat.
Cassi Reply:
June 20th, 2009 at 13:19
ok then that’s what I am… but i think hubby is more like a cub just like jimmy
LivingWicked Reply:
June 20th, 2009 at 13:50
Hopefully he grows up into a papa cat soon. It took D forever to get there. Dang.
Cassi Reply:
June 20th, 2009 at 21:15
I think Chuck is older than D, though… like quite a bit older… How old is D?
LivingWicked Reply:
June 22nd, 2009 at 22:35
he is 30
Cassi Reply:
June 22nd, 2009 at 22:54
then chuck’s got him by 13 years
and now i feel old cause i even got him by a year!
June 20th, 2009 at 15:40
I huff Perrin’s head every morning… and twice on Sunday. It’s the quickest way to calm frazzled and over worried nerves!…. Unfortunately, as of today, the boy possesses stinky feet of doom. Good Lord!
Keith and I are having our first night away from him tonight — our seven year anniversary is in two days but we’re celebrating tonight. I’m going to miss huffing m’boy’s head and will likely keep my phone on me at all times, just in case something goes horrifically wrong.
LivingWicked Reply:
June 22nd, 2009 at 22:34
it has this level of sanity reminder that is unexplainable.
June 21st, 2009 at 18:52
I am a guppy. Not a big fan of ‘young’ of my own… I like to stare at other people’s tho… they fascinate me.
Or maybe Imma Sashadog… she’s not big on small animals either… hmmmmm
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LivingWicked Reply:
June 22nd, 2009 at 22:34
other peoples spawns make me cringe when the other people dont have a clue how to keep them in line.
June 22nd, 2009 at 06:50
Please never mention anything again that implies that one day Spawn will stop smelling like his precious, baby self and start smelling like a yucky boy.
kthxbye.
LivingWicked Reply:
June 22nd, 2009 at 22:33
hate to break it.