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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 24, 2006 2:15:04 GMT -5
"So we should get the really small size?" he asked genrally confused about diaper size. If he was truely honest he wasn't looking forward to cleaning a poopy diaper. It mattered not, because he was going to get a buddle of joy first...poop always came later he rationalized.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 24, 2006 2:20:04 GMT -5
Isabella nodded. "Yes, I think we should start with the small ones. There'll be time later to get larger ones. But we could get a few larger ones, just so we're prepared, if you want. Oh! Can you believe the baby will be here so soon? I'm not sure I'm ready yet..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 24, 2006 2:47:00 GMT -5
"Well, I wonder when bubble will walk and talk!" he said actually thrilled at the thought of hearing his baby's first words. "What do you think Bubble would say first? Mommy or Daddy?" he asked dropping the a package diapers.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 24, 2006 2:54:58 GMT -5
"I don't know," Isabella said, looking through a pile of baby bibs. "In one of the books I read, it said that most babies say 'dada' first, because it's easier for them. But I guess we'll see. I have no idea what my first word was, because my parents didn't keep track of these things. How about you? Do you know what yours were?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 24, 2006 3:06:08 GMT -5
"HA! Mine was technically 'button' but i said it wrong. I should know because my mum never let me forget! I said 'Abun' . " he said laughing as he picked up a bib that he wrinkled his nose at, it said "Grampa spoils me". "This is a no, right?" he asked showing her the bib.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 24, 2006 3:09:50 GMT -5
Isabella laughed. "What, you don't think your father will spoil Bubble? How about this one?" she asked, holding up on that said "My mommy loves me."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 24, 2006 3:13:10 GMT -5
"That's a given! My father though...He's so...prickley is a good word for it." he said throwing the bib back in the pile, while another bib with a dog barked at the one he threw. "Should we get any toys? Maybe a stuffed lemur or something?" he asked as he picked up another bib that was a little bigger that said "I only got it on my face" showing it to her not really saying anything about it, but grinning.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 24, 2006 3:21:29 GMT -5
Isabella wanted to comment on his negative feelings toward his father, but decided now wasn't the place. "Yes, toys are good," she said. "We can wander over and look at those later." She looked at the bib he was holding up. "Oh, don't even remind me how messy our baby is likely to be! Of course, I was never messy... I was trained from a very young age never to make a mess..." She frowned. "I'm afraid it made me just a little bit of a neat freak..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 24, 2006 3:29:34 GMT -5
"We'll try to make it alright, The baby will probably won't be as bad as I was, and it probably won't be as neat as you are, and if anything, we could always practice our scorify charms more." he said knowing full well that if he tried that charm his wand would probably bleach the first layer of anything he was trying to clean.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 24, 2006 3:34:56 GMT -5
Isabella took the bib from him and set it back on the table, then leaned in for a kiss. "Tell you what? Leave the cleaning charms to me, because I'm better at them. And in return, you can do most of the cooking, because I am dreadful at it. How does that sound to you?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 24, 2006 3:39:06 GMT -5
Voltaire kissed back and said "Deal, and I promise to cook just as good as my mother...with less butter." he grinned knowing that Isa wasn't going to stand for much extra weight on anyone. "and no vinagar on the chips when i make them!" he grinned. Nothing like deep fried food to remind a person of how bad, but good, they were.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 24, 2006 17:59:25 GMT -5
"That sounds perfect," Isabella said. "I want to make sure we are all healthy, you know." She dug through the pile of bibs and pulled out a few more. "Oh, I love this one with the little teddy bear on it... and look at this one!" She held up one that said, "Daddy's little angel."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 24, 2006 18:08:38 GMT -5
Voltaire smiled in a way that clearly said "no" and he held up a hoodie that said "Daddy's Little Monster" it had a row of soft triangles of fabric down to a stuffed tail. "How about this?" he asked with a grin.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 24, 2006 19:30:25 GMT -5
Isabella shook her head disapprovingly. "Are you determined to turn our precious baby into a little devil?" she said, her hands on her hips. "I mean, certainly you don't think any child of mine could possibly be bad... Bubble will be at least half me, you know!"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 24, 2006 20:09:37 GMT -5
"Not a devil! maybe just an Imp..." he said smiling. " and we both now most people aren't born bad..." he said not really needing to mention names. "I just want our baby to be well rounded." he said grinning putting the hoodie in the carriage.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 24, 2006 23:44:33 GMT -5
"Well, yes, but we don't want to encourage our baby to be bad, do we?" Isabella said worriedly. In truth, this had brought up some fears she'd had in the back of her mind over the last few months. Both she and Voltaire had been Death Eaters and had believed themselves evil, and she worried that their pasts could cause their child to turn to the darker side. Even Marie and Evariste, two loving and caring parents, hadn't been enough to keep Voltaire from being evil, at least for a little while. She didn't want to discuss this with him now, so she turned toward the toy section. "Let's go look at the toys now," she suggested.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 25, 2006 0:47:28 GMT -5
Voltaire felt there was something amiss, but he let it go and said "Alright then." and he pushed the carriage toward the toys and thought about what could it be that had Isa worried. He couldn't think of what it was, jsut because he liked darker things didn't make him evil, he understood that now. but he absently picked up a teddy bear and showed it to Isa. "Look this one has a bow tie like ...my bear." he said blanking on his childhood toy's name. He dropped it and felt anugished for a second, he was flicking by names in his head and none of them seemed to be the one that was his toys. 'rufus? no it wasn't rufus..'
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 25, 2006 0:58:09 GMT -5
"I like the teddy bear," Isabella said, smiling. "Maybe we could call it Rufus Junior, after your bear." She was completely unaware of his distress, and instead, she flushed, remembering their rather... naughty... conversation about his "teddy." She began to feel a bit warm.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 25, 2006 1:14:22 GMT -5
Voltaire shook off his distress and said "Yeah, yeah we should do that." Voltaire felt a little cold and said "Do you see anything you think bubble will like?" he asked looking at the monsterous pile of stuffed cats and dogs and ...fish.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 25, 2006 1:20:30 GMT -5
Isabella looked through the pile of toys and found a stuffed ferret that squeaked when she squeezed it. "How about this? Bubble could have a little toy Ozzy!"
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