i was 9 months old

I keep getting all these crossed suggestions to start introducing Olivia to cows milk by 9 months and others have said to wait until she’s two…? And I feel like 9 months might be too soon and two years old might be a little too late.

Since we’ve introduced solids, she’s been breastfeeding so much less. She absolutely loves to eat which saddens me a bit because I miss our bonding time, a time which has drastically decreased since starting school. My mom said I weaned by 9 months, but blames it on her being pregnant with my brother. But we don’t have that excuse ha!

I’m not ready either way.

Do You Need A Hug?

Note: my 9 month old dog passed away and I needed this… I might end up deleting it, I’m not sure.. .c

Originally posted by heartfularry

“Do you need a hug?”

That question has been asked multiple times today, in light of recent events. You had a friend, a loyal companion, a trustworthy dog that never left your side. She was young and full of life; sadly, it ended much too soon. You tried to cry but you couldn’t, only left with an empty feeling in your chest that you couldn’t shake. You missed hearing her bark and the sight of her wagging tail was etched into your mind for good.

The world felt different-it felt strange and unbalanced; your entire being was thrown off, leaving you with a gaping hole in your chest that only your precious dog could fill. You stayed with her until her last breath, keeping your eyes on hers-whispering to her how much she changed your life during the short time she was here, and how much you love her.

Clint offered you a spot in his backyard; a peaceful place she could rest and you could return to as needed. You declined at first, but came to realize that New York was no place for such a full-of-life dog your precious baby had been. She always loved visiting Clint’s home, after all.

You stood in silence as you watched your friends slide her stiff body in a black bag, their silent tears falling onto the material. Your bottom lip quivered as tears returned into your eyes, but never once fell. They stung, but it was no match for the stinging you felt resonate deep within your bones. 

Her death was so sudden and Bruce tried so hard to help her. But it wasn’t how it was supposed to end. You cursed yourself for not doing more to help her, but you simply couldn’t. You were no match for death; it takes everyone. Everyone you’ve ever loved, and everyone you will love in time.

“Do you need a hug?” You heard a soft voice whisper by your side. You slowly turned your head away from the teams disappearing bodies as they left your room to get into the elevator. Wanda looked at you with a look of sorrow and an unsaid apology. You gently shook your head and swallowed dryly. You couldn’t remember the last time you had anything to drink, let alone sleep or food.

“Let me know if you need anything.” She said, running her hand up and down your back, soothing you in any way she thought she could. You nodded to her and she left, leaving you to stand in the middle of your room, alone, your eyes moving back towards the pool of still warm blood on your floor. The others were making their way to the jet and you soon made your way there, joining them.

The black bag was off to the side, your eyes glued to it, hoping to see it move up and down-the sign of life seeping back into your girls body. But nothing happened, no matter how strongly you willed it to. Nothing happened.

“Do you need a hug?” You heard Natasha ask, only just a few minutes after Sam and Steve asked you on separate occasions. You tried to speak, but your mouth only opened for a split second, closing soon after. She took your silence as a ‘no’ and left a lingering kiss on your head. Her body moved towards the middle of the jet, joining the others in hushed whispers.

As you exited the jet, having landed near Clint’s country home, you lingered behind everyone else. You felt drained and you were in no rush to lay your dog to rest in the ground. Your eyes scanned the beauty of Clint’s yard. If she were here right now, her tongue would be flapping in the wind, her paws carrying her across the large yard, happiness radiating from her.

You finally reached the others and they all turned to you, giving you wholehearted smiles. Bruce, Tony, and Sam were digging the hole, the rich red colored dirt being tossed aside into a pile with shovels. The motionless bag lay near the fence, right underneath the tree she always rested under after running herself crazy in the heat of the burning sun.

Laura brought out a tray of cups filled with her homemade lemonade for the team, her eyes landing on you lastly. She gently offered you a cup but you kindly declined with the raise of your hand. Laura nodded and set the tray down, sticking her hands in her back pockets.

“We enjoyed having her here. Especially the kids.” She said with a small smile. The wind blew just a bit, strands of her hair whistling about her face. Her hand raised to move them away and she sighed. “I’m really sorry, Y/N.” Laura whispered, reaching her hand to rub your arm.

You smiled at her and licked your dry lips, turning your eyes back to the almost deep hole. Everyone stood around, nursing their lemonade and thinking about their favorite memories with your dog. They all loved her, and she loved all of them. 

Time passed and she was finally buried, a wooden stake with her name carved into it was stuck in the ground near where her head lay beneath. The team slowly spread out, leaving you alone with her. Though one particular person stayed behind, off to the side, wanting to be here for you in case you needed them.

His blue eyes remained on the back of your head, his eyes watering as he heard a sob finally break through your parted mouth. He slowly approached you and he swore he could physically feel his heart break as you fell to your knees, your hands grasping at the green grass. 

You cried hard and you didn’t care. You missed your dog and you needed her. Bucky sat beside you on his knees, leaving his hand mere inches from your back. “Y/N…” He whispered softly, not wanting to startle you. All you could do was cry and shake your head, praying she would miraculously come back to life and lick the salty liquid from your cheeks like she had done many times before. 

You choked on your sobs and your chest heaved up and down. As you caught your breath and wiped at your cheeks, you took a deep breath. “Bucky?” Your voice cracked as you turned to look at him. His blue eyes were threatening to spill his own tears and he waited for you to speak again. 

“I need a hug.” You whimpered out, another strong sob racking through your body. Bucky instantly pulled you into his chest, his large arms holding you tightly against him. Your hands gripped onto him, your knuckles nearly white from the intense pressure. Bucky rocked you back and forth, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you cried out into his chest.

You lost track of time as the sun began to set and the temperature dropped just a tad. Bucky had his arms wrapped around your waist as you rested your back against his chest, your laughs mingling together as you talked about your sweet dog and the many moments you two shared with her. 

“Remember when she got into Sam’s room and took his running shoes?” Bucky asked, a breathy chuckle vibrating against your back. You let out a laugh and threw your head back against Bucky’s shoulder. “He was so mad! He couldn’t run for two days until Steve brought back a brand new pair.” Your laughter died down and you sighed with a small still on your face. 

“She was amazing.” Bucky sighed, his arms tightening around you. You nodded in agreement and sniffled. “Thank you, Bucky.” You said softly, turning in his hold to look up at him. He smiled down at you and brought his hand up to wipe at your tear stained cheeks. 

“Anytime, Doll. Anytime.”

Note: this helped me, a lot. please, hug your pets and treat them well. .c

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So hi hello I’m your local friendly Barista that works in a very popular brand of coffee (has a mermaid logo) Okay so I’m Asian, born in China, but I was adopted and have been a legal US citizen since I was 9 months old. Anyhow this middle aged man comes up with his daughter and his daughter brings in a friend (this is important for later) and he orders his drinks for the girls and himself. No biggie. So I start making the drinks and I hear him ask me very clearly “Excuse me are you a refugee?” I legit stopped dead in my tracks, I thought I misheard so I asked him to repeat himself. He did.. he genuinely asked me if I was a refugee or veteran.. and I looked at him like he had 3 heads. And so I explained briefly that I’ve been an American my entire life. And he tries to defend himself by saying that this particular coffee brand company is hiring refugees. That may be correct.. but most of the refugees are coming from Syria.. which is in the Middle East?? I don’t look Middle Eastern at ALL. The kicker was remember the daughters friend? She was Asian.. and heard the whole conversation. I’m ?????

"Autism doesn't need a cure"

So basically, what you’re saying is because you personally don’t want a cure for autism, all scientific research should be stopped. Scientists should stop looking for effective autism treatments and potential cures because YOU don’t want one.

It seems like people use this argument in politics all the time. Homophobes used it to delegitimize gay marriage because they personally thought homosexuality was bad. So therefore, gay marriage should have been illegal all across the country. While I’ll probably get flack for comparing an autism cure to gay marriage, it’s the same logic.

I understand if you don’t want to be cured yourself. My parents and I have discussed whether I wanted to be cured, and it’s definitely a personal thing for each person. Many higher functioning people don’t have many problems and are okay with having autism.

However, if you understood anything about autism, it is a SPECTRUM DISORDER. While everyone with autism has a communication and social delay, the level of severity varies. Many children and adults with autism can’t speak. They harm themselves and others during meltdowns. Some have seizures as a comorbid symptom - I know a 13 year old boy who DIED from one. And they won’t be able to go to college and live on their own. Don’t you think they deserve the chance to reach their full potential?

But since you don’t want a cure, those people shouldn’t be cured? They want to be able to speak. Why do you think they have meltdowns - they get overwhelmed. I guarantee you all of them don’t want to deal with this on a daily basis. I’ve been there before.

Before all of you call me an ableist cunt or an Aspie elitist or whatever (I have high functioning autism, not Aspergers), let me tell you guys a story. I was diagnosed with autism when I was two years old. My parents both have medical backgrounds and had noticed something was off even when I was 9 months old (I would flap my hands whenever I became overstimulated). When they addressed their concerns to my old pediatrician, he shrugged them off. But I got a diagnosis in 2001.

I had lost my ability to speak, and I appeared to be regressing. My parents told me that I would bite them because I couldn’t communicate. I even smeared poop in my bedroom one time (that’s common in autistic children). But my parents hired therapists for me that would come over on a daily basis. The first couple of therapists were shitty, but new ones were hired. I’m friends with a couple of them now. :)

If my parents thought “my daughter doesn’t need treatment, it’s part of her identity”, I WOULD NOT BE WRITING THIS POST NOW. I could not simply “suppress my autistic traits” as someone in the autistic tag said high functioning people were doing. Life would be 100x worse for me.

Stop comparing autism to being an ethnic minority or being LGBT. With the exception of being trans, the only problems you have in those cases is social intolerance. Even if everyone was totally accepting of autism, you’d still have problems. You’d still have meltdowns and communication troubles.

Obviously, you wouldn’t be forced into a cure if you objected to it. No one is lining up every single autistic person in the world and curing them. It’s not a Nazi extermination (and people who claim that are offensive to actual genocide victims).

When most people think of a cure, they’re thinking of eliminating the negative symptoms that come with autism. It isn’t killing everyone on the autism spectrum. I’m guessing a cure won’t happen for a while though (it would be great if I could see it in my lifetime).

My main point is this: You don’t want an autism cure? Great! No one’s telling you that you MUST be cured. But don’t be selfish and deny that chance for millions who do.

I meant to do this almost two months ago when I hit 1k followers but I never got to it until now, I’m almost at 1,2k now lol sorry.

Thank you for following me it really means a lot to me.

It’s only been four months since I got to 500 followers and now I’m at 1k (1.2) it’s mind blowing wow. This blog is about 9 months old now and I really didn’t expect to get this many followers so fast. For the first five months I got about 100 new followers a month. Now it’s about 150 a month, I didn’t think this blog could grow faster than it already was.

Even if you’re not on this list, I love you <3

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The mysterious number 9

Isayama loves number 9 I guess.
Mikasa and Eren were 9 when they met. Apart from Eren 9 of his friends from the 104th squad joined the SC. (Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Ymir, Historia, Sasha, Connie, Reiner and Bert.)
After beating the Colossal only 9 members of the SC returned.
In ch.90. there was a 9 month timeskip.
In ch. 91. we learnt that the mission for getting the Coordinate back launched 9 years ago.
There are many trios in the series, 9 can be divided by 3.
It seems like there was a 3 year long timeskip since the ocean scene.
Eren was born on March, 30. (Again 3-3.)
(I definitely left out something.)

The only thing missing is a 9 months old baby who spent 9 months in the womb previously…(just kidding…but seriously xD)


After clueless guessing about the breed of this beauty we gave up and asked the owner. Turns out this girl is a Chortaja Barzaya, imported from Russia. 

I think she is 9 months old, but we don’t know the name yet. let’s hope we meet her at another coursing soon. 

Also: she and Panti somehow figured that they are both Russian long-nosed dogs and got along really well!

anonymous asked:

You don't hate Mineta what is nice! So pls share some of your thoughts about him?

Hey anon! I got an old post right here: http://leinbow.tumblr.com/post/149429923461/have-i-told-you-guys-how-much-i-love-mineta-i

(lol 9 months old post)

Anyway, another thing I’d like to point out is this:

  • Mineta is a creepy little fucker and he knows it. At the same time, almost nobody in-universe tolerates his creepiness and he gets decimated for it. For all the times you see him being a pervert, somebody is also always there to call him out and stop him.
  • This results in funny shenanigans. Since fun is subjective, it’s understandable not everyone finds it funny.

I think one of the things that’s hard for others to understand is “liking a character” does not automatically mean that you like what they do. It’s different; you can like a really abhorrent character because of their existence contributes a lot of things to the story, positive or negative, which makes the story more interesting.

Another example is liking murderous villains. That doesn’t automatically mean you like murder too, silly, but because these villains have very interesting personalities and their character adds so much to the plot.

Mineta may not add so much to the plot per se, but I find him very entertaining and interesting. In general, I love flawed characters because this means they have room to grow, change and improve themselves and I would like to see that. In BNHA it’s one of the best things for me, that everyone is flawed in different ways and we can witness them improve themselves.

I personally would want Mineta to stop being so much of a pervert, at the very least not act on it (which is very uncomfortable for the other characters). I think that’s the only thing holding him back. He can be rude and condescending like other characters and nobody would bat an eye. LUL

anonymous asked:

I just LOVE how passionate you are about traveling! I love it too but sometimes I kinda forget about it in between uni stress & so on. So every time you answer an ask about traveling I could almost cry because I am so excited to travel again soon! I know you were young at that time - but will you tell us a little bit more about the time you and your Family roadtripped the USA? This is my ultimate dream. Love you!!

This makes me super happy :) :) :) I love how passionate it makes me feel! It’s probably what makes me feel most connected to my family (even if it often takes me far away from them) because it’s connected to my happiest memories growing up and the thing they have most impacted in who I am.

I’ve been fortunate enough to do a few US road trips with them actually, the last one being in mid-2015, but the longest being when I was about 9 years old, for four months. This likely had a huge impact on the person I have become, one because it meant I missed half a year of schooling after already being younger than most of my classmates and probably contributed to why I can’t do maths lol, but also because of the love for aspects of American culture I hold so dearly. Things like camping, national parks, quirky roadside stores, learning the history of the civil war and civil rights movement after visiting lots of the monuments (admittedly, i became more interested when i was old enough to these things understand better, but at the time Mount Rushmore and Abe Lincoln’s statue certainly impressed me). 

At this time I was obsessively reading the Babysitters Club series as well as Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Fin, and most of all, Two of a Kind with Mary-Kate  and Ashley. Every time we stopped at a new Wal-Mart (we would often use the parking lot of their 24 hour super-centres for free accommodation in our RV, running in to buy more Ben & Jerry’s ice cream, Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal and Hershey’s Kisses), I’d purchase another book to continue the series. This, in addition to the fact that I was writing for hours every single day, probably helped develop my love for reading and writing more than being at school during those 4 months ever could have. I filled entire journals in a week because my imagination and vocabulary were growing stronger with each new day I got to experience. 

The funniest memory from this time was definitely when we were in New York and I got lost for a day. We had taken the ferry over to Staten Island, and I was wondering around the ship (eating a bag of goldfish crackers, I remember this detail vividly) when we reached the destination. I was separated from my parents, so I figured we’d all disembark and I’d wait on the dock to meet up with them. Well, I got off the boat, right in the throws of a crowd, waiting for all the people to pass. When everyone had finally passed me, I was left looking out at the boat as it moved further and further away, back to Manhattan. 

I get scared to this day as an adult when I’m lost in a New City, but for some reason nine year old me managed to survive that day all alone, I was able to make contact with my parents, have one of the best adventures of my life, an safely make it back home again with stories, new friends and an unlikely souvenir to remember this day by.

But that’s a story for another time ;)


Guys I could really use your help right now. My 9 month old nephew Austin is in the hospital right now in North Carolina because he is having seizures(yesterday he had 9 in 10 mins) and we don’t know why. There’s a blood test that checks for genetic disorders that my sisters insurance outright refuses to pay for or even bill her for so she can have answers as to what’s wrong with her son and what they need to do to fix it. I don’t have many followers at all so please can you guys spread this like wild fire. Each day that goes on with no answers is agony.if can’t donate to his go fund me please just spread this. We need as many eyes as possible to see this. tag as many things as possible that people will see. Also if anyone is interested in buying physical items from me message me bc I’ll be selling as much as I can to raise money. gofundme.com/austins-future

anonymous asked:

Hey Bluebell! I'm getting a baby gargoyle gecko in a few weeks and even tho I've done tons of research, I'm still not sure about a few things! How often/how much should you feed them? Is it better to feed crested gecko diet with bugs or something like bug Pangea? Also do you have a few thing you wish you would have known when you got yours? Thank you so so much!!

Ahhh! :D Preemptive congrats on the new baby!

So I feed baby gargs about ¼ teaspoon of pangea mixed with ½ teaspoon of water every other day.  This is probably too much, tbh, because it’s hard to see if they’ve actually eaten anything.  But I find gargs prefer it when there’s more food available.

I usually rotate between pangea flavors, but I offer either bug pangea or live bugs once a week.  It… took my gargs a while to get used to live bugs.  I think Pi was around 9 months old before he took his first live roach.  Their diet is mostly frugivorous (fruit-based) in the wild, so pangea should be their main meal.  (Or repashy, or Big Fat Gecko, or Black Panther Zoological; these are all crested gecko diets with good reputations).

Things I wish I knew:

baby geckos are faster than u think. 

It’s very common for them to not eat.  Look for poops to reassure yourself that they are eating

They grow much slower than you think

They eat better from  elevated cups