toddler month

warm up before i start commissions :)c there was no need to draw percy ft. infant tyson but everyone’s on that Big Bro bandwagon so here i am (also what size are baby cyclopes??)

Got to hold our friends’ newborn baby today and HOHMAN. I was hit with a strong urge of “yeah I would be okay if a second one came along”.

For someone who swore up and down for most of my life that I would never have kids, I’m actually glad I changed my mind. Fullmetal is such a joy, and I can’t imagine life without him.

(I am NOT insinuating that life is better with kids, or that godawful line of “you’ll change your mind one day”. I just happened to be a case where I changed my mind, and I’m glad for it. If you’re not interested in having kids, that’s cool, too!)

By The Hook

Notes: Three fic ideas in the brain mill and what is the first piece of fanfiction that I write in two years - a one-shot. Anyway, I would like to thank @welllpthisishappening for encouraging me to write this and dealing with my nuisance self for the past two days as I banged this out and constantly asked for her opinion. All mistakes are mine because I am trash. Depending on how this one goes, might make a “Little Pirates” drabble series starring Harrison, Westley (Wes) and Elizabeth (Beth) Jones. You can read on AO3 here: [LINK]

Summary: Since the birth of his children, Killian Jones has kept his hook out of sight in order to keep from scaring his children. His fourteen-month daughter doesn’t agree with this policy.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,000+

“One of these days, we’re going to finally call it a quits and move to the other side of the country where no one can find us,” Emma says, exhaustion filling every word as they limp up the front steps of their home. She staggers slightly as her foot catches on the wood, swaying into Killian.

Killian groans at the unexpected contact but lifts an arm sluggishly around Emma’s shoulders to help his wife find balance. He’s feeling every single one of his years in this moment and nearly every part of him hurts. Bruises are starting to form on his shoulders and torso where the beastie of the week slammed into him. He feels blood trickling down his brow where the griffin’s talons grazed him. He is hoping against hope that he isn’t going to need stitches…again.

Emma gently pats him on the arm in silent thanks and leans slightly forward to open their front door. Both of them groan as they move to push off their shoes. Killian toes his boots into a fine line while Emma is more careless, one of her shoes flying into the air and hitting the wall in the dull thud. Killian is too tired to even care enough to complain. He just wants to lay in his bed with his wife and sleep for week.

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anonymous asked:

if freddie's louis' kid, dont you think that louis would talk ab the kid more and post more pics of him and just hang out around him more ? if he did that dont you think the larries would "shut up" , explain louis is the type of person who would cherish their child , he has so many siblings ffs

This isn’t some scientific theory where we’re the only observers.

Louis lives almost his entire life without us seeing it. He managed to keep his mother’s sickness a secret as well as all the hospital visits he took with her for almost an entire year. Does that mean she never existed? Cheryl has not been seen for MONTHS does that mean we can assume she’s not real anymore? HARRY WAS PRIVATE ALMOST THE WHOLE OF LAST YEAR. Yet we know he existed, right? We know people spoke to him, right? We know he went to studios, right? We know he was in Jamaica for ages on and off, right? Yet we saw almost NONE of that.

He has no obligation for you to see him with his son for you to accept he exists and that he sees him. That’s an absurd irrational mindset that others have brainwashed into you because I 100% assure you that you have never looked at anyone else’s life in that way. I refuse to believe you suspect people have fake babies if you don’t see them enough publicly.

He has a birth certificate. Nobody fakes a baby. It has never happened in all of entertainment history. The fact that you can accept that as a premise to start with shows that you’re not looking for logic, you’re seeking irrationality. No normal person would ever accept a man has to fake a baby. 

He’s a 15 month old toddler. You have believed in this ridiculous premise for over 2 years AND IT HAS TAKEN YOU NOWHERE. Imagine if I had told you 2 years ago you’d still be at the same point. That nothing had changed. Would past you think Babygate were logical or illogical then? Would the you from 2 years ago find it pathetic that a person could still be insisting a baby didn’t exist 2 years later? 

If you decide just this week to believe Freddie is Louis’s son, what would change? Do you think it’ll alter anything for Freddie or Louis? Yet you think your disbelief is a necessary thing for a concept that hasn’t changed in 2 years…? Do you get how silly that is? You act like not believing in it is so hugely important to you, yet it’s not changed a single fucking thing in Louis’s life. 

So if you’d believed Freddie was his son back 2 years ago when Briana got pregnant, what would have changed for you in the last 2 years?

Your mentality is broken. You won’t believe a birth certificate is real or that a man can see his child when you’re not around BECAUSE YOU’RE LITERALLY NEVER AROUND HIM, yet you believe leaping into the void of Fake Baby Contracts is reasonable. Don’t you see how utterly absurd it is you’re prepared to believe something ridiculous with ZERO verifiable proof (like a government document, a history of fake babies in Hollywood, a history of slave fake baby contracts, anyone around him saying “Louis is faking a baby”, etc) yet you won’t accept an actual government document and the words out of people’s own mouths and the fact that a real living breathing baby who also looks just like him exists? 

It isn’t reasonable, you’re wrong, will always be wrong, and in 2 years we can meet back here and we can ask you again if you’ve gained anything from 2 more years of denial or not. It’s never changing. 

anonymous asked:

Imagine that after a mission you and Bucky had to take care of an orphaned toddler for about a month until social services found it a proper foster home. You let the kid go, thinking that you'd be fine. But it was only a week later when you noticed how Bucky had suddenly become so subdued. He'd fallen in love with the small child, you had as well, but Bucky was heartbroken. So you spend weeks and weeks trying to contact all kinds of places to track this kid down. (1)

You finally find them and file for adoption. About a month passes. Bucky wakes up and is confused because you aren’t sleeping next to him like you usually are. He hesitantly walks out into the main room and nearly collapses at the sight in front of him. You’re standing there, the child in your arm. “Merry Christmas, Bucky.” You whisper. (2)

“Say Merry Christmas to daddy” you’d say a soft smile on your face 

Daddy Wednesday™


Okay, here’s my first entry for Pools & Toddlers Month:

Mini-Tutorial: Building a Toddler-Pool

1. Define the space of your pool with floor tiles

2. Fill the cutout with the Nile terrain paint

3. Add some railing, but make sure you use one that Sims can route through.

4. Add waterworks from the fountains category. They’re also walk-through, so don’t worry about the footprint (and you can be far more creative than I was here :)

5. Open ‘buydebug’ (or purchase a toychest) and place some water-related toys in the pool.

6. Enjoy!


So Madeline had her 3 year check up! She did so good! They gave her a hearing test which she passed with flying colors and they gave her a “Kindergarten Test” which is a chart with different shapes and items on them and I guess it’s also a vision test because she had to stand about 4 feet from it which she also passed with no issue at all! Only thing she missed was a boat, but she knew circles, stars, hearts, and hands! It didn’t really surprise me, but at the same time I was just taken back because WOW! The lady had said she was impressed because not all kids know them too well. Then the doctor came in told us she is definitely the ideal patient because she’s perfect in her learning and she’s right where she should be for height and weight! So here’s to another year! She’s 35 and a half inches and 27 pounds. And she’s drawing shapes now!! 😭😀 I’m so happy for my little girl!!!

Animal Crackers and Teddy Grahams

Originally posted by heytheredeann

Pairing: DeanxReader, Sam
Word count: 976
Tagging: @nerdflash @faegal04 @damalseer @i-am-not-a-freak @vika-hiddles @craftersdust @panic-everywhereabouteverything @fayemenelmir @crowleysqueen88 @brinnyridesforgondor  @that1awkwardfangirl @winchesterprincessbride  @myspnsmutsave@lovetusk

Part 2 of Outside Looking In

“Daddy!” You called out. “We’re home!” Laughing, you set your squirming toddler down. At thirteen months, he still wobbled when he got too excited.

The small boy giggled as he went hunting through the halls of their small home. “Dada!” He yelled.

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Interference (pt 1)

Originally posted by sugutie

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5 | pt 6 | pt 7 | pt 8 | pt 9 | pt 10 | pt 11 | pt 12 | pt 13 | pt 14 | pt 15 | pt 16 | pt 17 |

Officer!Jimin x Reader~  

*big thanks to @namjeune for helping me proofread and more shit~

Your day started in darkness. There’s voices, hushed and muffled, speaking way too close, as if someone were beside you. If you could shiver in this dream-like state, you would at the eerie, almost ghostly whispers in your ear.

Your body is heavy and numb of feeling with your mind blank, just as blank as the dark world surrounding you. It doesn’t register in your mind that maybe your eyes were sealed tight until little of your senses begin to function and your fingers twitched, bright lights filtering through the darkness. It’s blinding but you force yourself to grab a hold of reality and pull yourself out of the tempting arms of unconsciousness.

Cracking open your heavy eyes, the first thing you register is the pure white ceiling directly above you. Upon awaking, you inhale sharply, your lungs eagerly welcoming your first breath since coming to, the oxygen mask attached to your face fogging up with evaporation when you exhale. Without much strength in your body with a peculiar throb in your head, your eyes flit around without twisting your neck.

The room you’re in is purely white with beeping machines and organized counters pushed towards the walls furnishing it. You could fairly guess that you were in the hospital, but for what reason were you here?

It takes a lot of whatever energy you had to attempt to recall the events prior to your awakening, but your mind is blank and it only causes the throbbing in your head to worsen. Your eyebrows furrow at the pain, finding the will to raise your hand and grip your forehead, the limb suddenly the weight of an anvil.

Your fingers brush over the top layer of gauze wrapped around your forehead, a sting forcing your jaw to clench when you press down on a certain spot above your temple. Glancing up, you spot the needle fixed into your arm, connected to an IV drip.

“Oh! You’re awake, perfect, I should call Dr. Nam right now!”

It’s only a few silent minutes before a feminine face peers over you, her body clad in baby blue scrubs and her hair pulled back and out of her face in a tight bun. Her doe-like brown eyes are wide with relief as she smiles down reassuringly at you.

“Wh… who are y-you?” you manage to croak out, your voice hoarse and filled with uncertainty as she helps you sit up, fixing a pillow to support your head and carefully pulling the oxygen mask off your mouth.

“I’m Nurse Oh, you’re at the hospital… Miss… are you alright? Does your head hurt?”

Oh no it feels fucking amazing, you think bitterly when your head throbs. However, you can’t help but notice the hesitant pause after Miss. Did she not know your name?

Your eyes widen when you realize you also didn’t even know your own name. Hell, it suddenly occurs to you, you have no idea who you are, and what you were doing in the hospital in the first place.

“You don’t know.. my name?” you ask hesitantly, gauging her reaction carefully as she goes through a state of shock. Her mouth opens and closes for a brief second, and just when she finally utters a noise, the door opens and who you assume is Dr. Nam walks in.

You size him up as a fairly tall man, his elongated body showing off a white lab coat with the same baby blue scrubs underneath, his hair is nicely styled off his forehead, and in his hands is a clipboard of papers you can barely care for when you’re having an identity crisis blowing up inside of you.

“No evidence of identification was found on you or at the crime scene, Miss,” Nurse Oh sighs as the doctor checks your vitals.

“Crime scene..?” you ask, your brain straining to figure out the blanks. You found yourself in the middle of a complex word search, with nothing but blanks and no answers to fill them. Whatever they said kept drawing more blanks, memories you had no idea of. It frustrated you, anger blooming across your chest the longer the nurse and doctor continued to ask you whether a limb hurt or if you could move it.

Doctor Nam stopped, and looked up at you, his eyes narrow as they intimidate your own into averting elsewhere, “Your body was found.. you were shot in the head when we found you, thankfully you hadn’t bled out.. you’ve been in a comatose for the past two months.”

“You’re lucky the bullet didn’t pierce through any crucial areas, only one side of your brain was damaged, I assume only your memories have been affected and nothing physical like moving or speaking.”

It’s on cue that images flash through your mind, images of an alley, the muzzle of a gun aimed right at your head when you turn. There’s blood, too much blood that you can’t recognize the color of the ground when your body shuts down and makes contact with the floor.

“Hey, are you okay?”

You jolt from your initial shock from the sudden onslaught of memories, but it leaves you empty when nothing else returns to you. The memories are there, you conclude, compiled in a sturdy box inside your brain, something restraining you from reminiscing them.

What could have happened that your brain completely blocked out all of your memories, leaving you with no recollection of who you were? Who would shoot you in the head in the first place? What connections did you have prior to the shooting that caused you to get stuck in this place?

“I’m fine,” you say as reassuringly as you can, managing a small bitter smile that is enough to make the doctor lay off and leave you alone to yourself and your thoughts.

Before the nurse leaves you, she turns on the television for you, leaving you as well after reassuring you that after you find the strength to move around again you’ll get discharged and maybe find a detective to help your crisis.

And that’s what you’re determined to do. You force yourself to forget the fact that you have retrograde amnesia, and push yourself to recover your regular motor skills.

It takes you a few days to be able to feed yourself without the need of a nurse to spoon food like a child.

It takes you a week to be able to push yourself into an upright position in bed without a nurse doing it for you.

It takes a few more weeks to be able to stand up without having to hold the hand of a nurse to balance yourself, however your strength only lasting to an extent before you seek the help of her to get you back in bed.

It takes you a month to begin to make baby steps, using a crutch as your support. With being able to walk, you’re no longer wearing those damned diapers that make you feel like a toddler. For the past month you’ve been nothing but an infant learning how to crawl and eventually walk, it’s a hit to your dignity when they have to change your diaper due to your inability to walk. However, you’re relieved to be able to carry yourself to and from your bed to the restroom.

It’s days after when you’re able to roam the hospital, your legs beginning to function how they would if you hadn’t been in a coma.

During the span of a month, you’re disappointed when no one claims to know you. There’s no family visits, friends, a boyfriend maybe, nothing. There’s no leads to anymore memories, just the knowledge that you were shot in an alley, and even then you had no idea where that alley could be.

When you’re finally able to ditch the crutches and walk on your own, your discharge from the hospital in the near distance, you’re suddenly hit with the realization that you had nowhere to go from there on. What were you going to do when you knew no one, you didn’t even know yourself? You had no name, no background, no home as far as you knew, there was nothing for you outside of those glass doors as you signed the forms for your discharge.

“Um Miss..?”

You’re jolted out of your thoughts by the receptionist, she carefully slides you a piece of parchment that you realize is the bill for your stay at the hospital. The price wasn’t as scary as the fact that you basically had nothing, there was no way you were going to be able to pay at this rate.

“You have to cut me some slack,” you try reasoning, desperate and beyond frustrated with your horrible luck, “I’m unable to pay for this, I have no idea who I am and what world I’m about to step into outside those doors, I have nothing…”

She shakes her head with a pitiful look her eyes, it almost makes you want to slap her for looking down on you like some abandoned puppy, even if that was what you were. Just an abandoned animal, no family, no home, nothing.

“I’m sorry Miss there’s nothing we can do about it, you can pay in increments but until then you-” the receptionist is interrupted by another voice, more masculine but not deep. When you look up, you’re not expecting the first thing you see to be a head of fluffy-looking orange locks.

“I’ll pay for her, partial now and in increments until it’s fully paid for.”

Eight Years of Giving Back

Since the time came that she was old enough to venture out on her own outside of the orphanage, Kensly has found ways to help give back. The priestess remembers the kindness bestowed upon her and  knows just how much Children’s Week means to the orphans that inhabit the cramped confines behind these walls. This single week, is a week that the children truly look forward to, all year long. The only other two occasions they eagerly await, is a visit from Greatfather Winter or the rare event that they may be adopted into a loving family. 

The shy priestess does many things to help contribute to the orphanage throughout the year. She making various crafts with the children, bakes them treats, helps stitch up the holes in their clothing, runs toy drives, as well as makes and sells her infamous, handmade taffy for extra funds when needed.   Being her eighth year and being the mother of a sixteen month old toddler, the woman’s time and energy have simply been spread too thin. Thanks to the encouragement from husband, Araethius Dawnforge, who is also the Knight Commander of the Ludlow guards, Kensly asked for help. 

Kensly reached out to Lumen Bridgeton and Lord and Lady Ludlow, in hopes they could lend more hands to give back more than ever. Once Lumen heard Kensly’s request, the next charity auction that was held specifically for the children of the orphanage. The proceeds made during the auction provided all new beds and linens for the establishment and the orphans are beyond grateful to have them.

Knowing how much Kensly has contributed to the orphanage, those under the Ludlow Banner that could offer extra hands, have come together. Today they help the priestess continue her yearly tradition of giving back to the community. Cookies and taffy will be handed out to orphans and their supporters this day, as well as a choice glass of Ludlow Signature Wine will be provided, once the orphans are returned to the safety of the orphanage. 


If you’re wanting to come out and RP with Kensly and other members of Ludlow Vineyards, feel free to stop by and say hello and get some treats while gathering your orphan for the Children’s Week beginning quest in Stormwind! If you’ve already completed the quests and would like a free glass of choice wine for showing your time and support toward the orphans of Stormwind, step on up! 

Time: 4pm server 

Where: In front of the Stormwind Orphanage

History: Kensly has given back to the community every year for eight years, though only the last two years have occurred on Wyrmrest Accord as she was a Feathermooner since Vanilla.

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anonymous asked:

i keep seeing the big larries saying that from the pics they've just seen, its wildly obvious that freddie isnt louis' son bc he has a "completely different build than louis" and i just........................... LMAO???? they do know that freddie is an 18 month old TODDLER right????? THEY ARE LITERALLY COMPARING AN 18-MONTH OLD BABY'S BUILD TO A 25 YEAR OLD MAN'S I AM ON THE FLOOR


Normal 1.5 year old’s will all look about the same size:

They think that Freddie growing at all is suspicious because Louis is a SMOLL BABY BEAN and they refuse to accept a child with his DNA will develop normally and not be this uber tiny ridiculously infantilized version of Louis for his whole life. 

Have they not seen Louis’s siblings? Ernie and Doris are not tiny petite little versions of people. They’re normal sized, when both their parents are about Louis’s height. But I can’t believe we’re having to talk about the “build” of a toddler and comparing it to his father as if he’s a weight lifter who’s 6 foot tall.


We’ve been cloth diapering since the toddler was born (19 months). We do it for daycare, I’ve done it while my husband travels for work, we’ve kept it going.

We have reached a phase where the toddler deuces are just… foul. There are also like 4 of them a day and I have made an executive decision that the cons are far outweighing the pros at this point.

But the guilt. The enviro guilt, the mom guilt, the thrifty yankee guilt. WHYYY.