I did this to her. But, alas, this… THIS is what kids are for.
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In answer to recent email
The good news
Newsletter: Month Twenty-seven
I Left My Baby in San Francisco
Weee! LOVE the ‘cake-face’, proof that Leta CAN get a little sweeter! I didn’t think that was possible.
Ok you can’t insert html here. See if this works:
You insert it in the [ panties ] [ / panties ] tag.
I’m also stealing the naked birthday cake idea when the time comes. Easier cleanup and so dang cute!!!
Girl A.! Metro! People are getting picked on. There is injustice in the world. Tell me to calm my ass down!
We should all be so happy and carefree at our birthdays. I resolve to dive into my own cake when I hit my next one. And that would be 33.
Girl A- you do feed your blog tequila bottles and uses maxi pads for bibs, right? No?
(I got so confused trying to find where in the html code you’d attatch a maxi pad.)
BTW, do we get to see the whole chocolate mess that I’m imagining happened??
Visiting by way of article in NYT. You guys need to get your shit together and get off this website. You’re fucking drones.
What abuses has Heather suffered by way of her religion? Her family seems pretty together. What does her experience with religion have to do with pedophile priests? Or Iran?
Get a life.
Johnny, if it isn’t chocolate, she’ll definitely need the therapy.
…correct me if I’m wrong
are you saying that kids are there to make fun of?
sounds self-indulgent to me
Ultra-cute. My parents have a picture of me fast asleep, face-down in my first birthday cake. At least, that’s what they’ve always told me. With this new information, I suspect I may have been pushed.
Happy birthday Leta! You’ve got the craziest and funniest family in the world.
You got it Bucky. lol
P.S. Along the lines of your Iran comment:
Shame is a learned behavior.
Shame is the primary tool of fascists everywhere, organized or individuals.
Please tell me that’s chocolate.
Somewhere in between, Girl.A?
So. . .you eat pharmaceuticals and forcefeed shit to your blog?
Now I’m all confused.
Scrumptious bearded two?
Bucky! You said it!
It’s not a birthday cake ’til it’s all over your face!
One of the side-effects with writing comedic is that there are a few people who will take you 100% seriously and agree with you.
Another one is that a few people will take you 100% seriously and disagree with you.
Even though they both got “you” wrong.
I don’t really eat shit or forcefeed my blog pharmaceuticals you know. Just to clarify. It’s somewhere in between.
Coolest. Baby. Ever.
Seriously, even with the frosting everywhere, I’m sure she could still kick my ass. Happy birthday (again), Leta!
Now that seems to be a bit of gang mentality there Amanduh!!
Who licked her face off? That little chubby wubby….
When God smites byes ass she will be singing a different tune. LMAO. We are ALL going to burn in hell I am afraid.
hello people…ITS HER BIRTHDAY! hence THE BIRTHDAY SUIT!
Bye- damn it. You don’t get it. We don’t come to Dooce.com because we think we “know” Heather. We come here because it brings us joy.
We visit other web sites that we love, and would jump someones shit there too if they were behaving in an cruel/insane manner.
It’s perfectly fine not to agree with Dooce about everything. It’s different to attack her character or her parenting. Or her child!
If you didn’t notice, around election time there were a lot of people commenting here that had very different opinions. By the end almost everyone was able to have those differences and still play nice. Play nice- ringing any bells?
No? How about this? “Fuck off” and “SUCK IT”! And *buh-bye*.
Just one more reason to eat up her cheeks. She is just TOO CUTE!! Happy Birthday Leta!
You know what happens when citizens just sit back and keep their mouths shut about the abuses they see committed by religious institutions? We become Iran!
Now I know why she hasn’t any clothes on!
Happy Birthday Leta!
All I know is that if you feel religion is screwed up then you should be able to say so.
Priests were on a molesting spree so what…we should all keep that hush hush so as not to fan the flames?
Yummy, messy and FUN!!!!!
Troll out the barrel. . .
Aww….I had to put frosting on my son, too, he wouldn’t dive in and demolish his cake. Oh well.
So adorable. Lucky Leta! Happy Birthday again, still early!
We love you Leta!
I stumbled across this website a few months ago and was intrigued with the story of Heatherâ€™s â€œdooceâ€ experience. I liked her writing style and found myself sucked into her accounts of her battle with depression, as I myself have children and have suffered from PPD and chronic depression. But over time, I have become disgusted with this site, with Heatherâ€™s prejudice against a religion, her defensiveness, and with all of your fanaticism. I mean, WOW.
Now donâ€™t get me wrong. I donâ€™t agree with Holly. I think she was rude and insensitive, but it was her opinion, and Heather does allow comments, so these kinds of hateful comments are to be expected, especially when you â€œbare your soulâ€ with a readership as widely publicized as dooce.com.
My point is, with a few exceptions, none of you actually KNOW the Armstrongs. Heather is a persona; you see pictures, you read her stories, but YOU DONâ€™T KNOW HER. You donâ€™t! You know you donâ€™t! You canâ€™t.
Mark Twain said that most writers regard truth as their most valuable possession, and therefore are most economical in its use. Heather is an awesome writer. VERY talented. But she doesnâ€™t tell you everything, regardless of her open writing style. Why should she?
Yet you are quick to CRUCIFY anyone who in any way crosses her. You rally the forces, you spend countless hours of your precious time telling people YOU DONâ€™T KNOW to fuck off and suck it for daring to criticize a blogger youâ€™ve never met. You obsessively compliment her site, her husband, and her daughter (a legitimate cutie-pie, BTW) and play yes-men to her every column. Can she ever be wrong? Would you admit it?
Oh, and before you waste countless hours crucifying ME, never fear, I will not be coming back. Save your (typewritten) breath as your hate mail will be in vain.
(Good luck, Heather. You inspire many women with your stories about battling depression. It is actually more compelling then your â€œdooceâ€ story. But chill out on Mormons. Posters who have been flogged before for saying it were right and you know it. Just because you had a bad experience with a religion doesnâ€™t give you the right to fan the fires of hatred. Even if you are being cynical and silly, people take you seriously.)
Swamp monster! So cute.
I think Holly has a very strong point about Dooce’s ‘PPD’ AND about smearing chocolate all over Leta’s face.
so, as a newcomer to this site (thanks to NYT) I’ll love and leave you all at that.
Looks like fun to me! Happy (soon) Birthday!
I just have to say, I wish I had this support when I went through getting help for depression. I had PPD after each of my 2 children. Depression wasent something talked about in my family, although, years later (kids are 10 and 6) my sisters and I talk about it more, and its more accepted. I felt so alone and like a freak because I had to take antidepressants. Now, who the fuck cares. Its better to get help! My children are both highly functional individuals, very intelligent, excelling in school, but as per holly, they shouldnt have been born.
I went off antidepressents when my youngest was about 1 year, back on them when I divorced, off them for a while, back on them when I started law school. Let me tell you…without this medication my children would be alot worse off, and if I chose not to take them, my life would suck big time.
From this website, I have learned that depression dosent have to been a hidden secret. I just recently admitted to my significant other that I take this medication, and I was afraid to. He was awesome. Thought it was no big deal. BUT! I know he reads Dooce. That made me feel safer, because he never said anything judgmental about Dooce.
Heather, you give people courage and strength. Thank you
beautiful. just beautiful. she looks like she has no idea of what just happened. =)
happy birthday, leta!
Heather: You rock!
Thank you for your honesty and forthrightness on dooce. Those who haven’t suffered through depression themselves have NO CLUE what it is like.
I’m so thankful that I found my way here. You articulate the experience in a way that I never could..but to which I aspire.
Happy b-day to the precious Leta and I hope you all enjoyed the chocolatey goodness.
As for the troll, look’s like God’s Intern is on the case. Woohoo.
mmm chocolate bebe, GET.IN.MA.BELLEH!
and go that awesome reddish hair…THIS is the new face of Revlon methinks.
“Here Leta models our new range of chocolate face and body masks made from pure, enriched cocoa and …”
I had to smear icing on my son’s face on his first birthday too. He had an immature gag reflex and couldn’t eat solids until later in life.
If I gave him solid food he vomited……all over Holly.
Amanda B. – I think I love you!?!
…”add a *Go Blow Yourself for good measure.”
Again, how come no one ever thinks it’s so damn cute when I wind up like this at a party?
Or is it because that there was, in fact, no chocolate cake on the premises?
I hope thats not poop.
HOLLY CAN SUCK IT!!!
Wow. That made me lol. Literally! Your theme music for this picture should be “It’s My Perrogative.” It’s not just Brittney’s perrogative anymore.
Oh my God, forgive me, for I had something really AMAZING to say, and just before I started typing, my husband was all “Hey, come to bed, I need somewhere to park my hoo-ha”
20 minutes of reading through comments DOWN THE DRAIN.
Sometimes I hate men.
But not as much as I hate people like “holly” (psh, yeah, THAT’S her real name).
And don’t forget
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