#baby expenses

[kids-worldfun]

How to Save Money While Buying Baby Products in India

Welcoming a new baby into your family is an exciting and joyous occasion, but it can also be a significant financial undertaking. From cribs and strollers to diapers and clothing, the list of necessary baby items can seem endless – and expensive. However, with some smart planning and savvy shopping strategies, you can provide everything your little one needs without breaking the bank. In this…

[hinamie]

u should think of tiny megu. To keep the stress at bay. You should draw him actually. Ooooo you wanna draw tiny megu getting the love he deserves so bad /j

he's with his 2 best friends

[veryintricaterituals]

but babe, you ASKED me to gaslight you, don't you see? I'm honestly so hurt that you dare to insinuate that i would erase my horrible behavior and your attempted suicide all on my own! And to think that I have to put up with this AFTER all the effort i went through to murder your daughter and your only fledgling! I sometimes feel so underappreciated in this relationship 🥺

[mrs-trophy-wife]

[millionsknives]

bait / hook / line / sinker

[graveyardfullofstars]

[thissying]

Max about the baby and vacation, GP Abu Dhabi, 2024

[zivazivc]

when you pass a payphone and you decide to stop and call your brother to ask what's up, and you learn that in the couple of weeks since you've last heard from him you've become an uncle

[insert image of les sitting on the ground in front of the payphone after putting down the handset, bawling like a baby]

[bionic-jaden]

Seeing Ma Kent be so welcoming to Kara and Lois, doing her best to parent a boy with superpowers, and just overall be a great mom you just KNOW the second she finds out she's gonna be a grandma she'll immediately start planning their baby shower and buying half the stuff on their baby registry

[champagnexowishes]

[uncanny-tranny]

To new parents: maybe waiting on getting your child/ren's names tattooed on your body might be a good idea in many cases

Signed,

I'm trans now

[yuwuta]

Wow I have been nonstop thinking about tennis king yuuta and his little baby boy I’m going to kill you (affectionate) - @yuutito

teeheeeeeeeee….. here’s some more, aleks :’) enjoy :))))))

“Everybody thinks he looks like me, but I don’t see it that way. Maybe it’s because every time I look at him, I see my wife and I’m reminded of her […] I’m a little biased so I see her in everything.” 

You find yourself with tears welling in your eyes the more you read into Yuuta’s latest magazine interview. Between his sweet quotes and the pictures of him with your son, it’s taking everything in you not to burst into full-blown tears. 

Your boys look so handsome. You and Yuuta shared your concerns with publicizing your child at such a young age, but you two came to the conclusion that you’d rather have the control in the narrative than to let private family pictures be leaked uncontrollably. As another point of reassurance, Yuuta’s career provided him with just enough lime-light to be a household name without the crazy fame and criticism that came along being a true celebrity. Besides—Yuuta talked enough about you and your son in press conferences and interviews that it was bound to happen sooner rather than later. 

The article wasn’t entirely about you, or your family—or at least, you’re sure it wasn’t intended to be; you knew your husband had a knack for rambling about his loved ones, even where work was concerned. As you continue to read, you find a segment where the author compared Yuuta’s current statements with something similar he’d said about you twelve years ago—at the very start of his professional career: “If I owe this [winning Gold] to anybody, it’s my girlfriend. She’s always believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself. I wouldn’t have qualified or even thought to qualify if it weren’t for her.” 

It feels like you and Yuuta were just two kids in love back then. You didn’t think it could be more than that—you didn’t think you could love Yuuta more than you did all those years ago, but somewhere along the way just being in love wasn’t enough to describe it; Yuuta became your partner, someone you loved fundamentally, but also because you couldn’t stand to see yourself without him. And just when you thought you couldn’t love anyone nearly as much as you love him, you turn the page to a picture of your husband and son peeping through the holes of a racket and your heart feels full. 

When you scan the image more closely, you realize that it isn’t just any racket—it’s an old one, one you’d given to Yuuta as a gift probably back in high-school. You had no idea he’d kept it, but you suppose you shouldn’t be all that surprised; Yuuta is nothing if not sentimental. 

“Ah, there she is~” Yuuta’s voice cuts through your thoughts. When you turn, you see him, with your baby boy on his hip, sliding the back porch door closed. 

Both boys approach you with a smile on your face, and you set the magazine aside to sit up in the lounge chair to greet them. Yuuta presses a kiss to your forehead, then your lips before you do the same to your son. Immediately after, he reaches his arms out for you, and Yuuta chuckles, “You wanna be with your mama? Can’t blame you, I missed her, too.” 

He hands the baby off to you, and takes a seat on the other end of the chair, reaching over to coo at his son as you smother his face in kisses. 

“How was the farmer’s market?” you question, letting the baby settle into your lap. 

“Good, he picked out some very bright peppers, and we got some more strawberries, know you’ve been craving them,” Yuuta smiles, reaching over to pat your son’s head, when the closed magazine catches his eye, and he reaches for it, quickly flipping through, “Ah—I guess that interview’s out. He’s grown so much, even though it was only a few months ago.” 

You find the blush on his cheeks beyond endearing. Yuuta always finds room to be bashful no matter how many times he’s waxed poetic about his love for you, or his family—his cheeks always stain pink like the first day you met him. 

“It’s sweet. You’re sweet,” you smile, sparing a hand to run through Yuuta’s hair, charmed by the way he leans into your touch, “I didn’t know you still had that racket.” 

“Of course, I keep everything you give me,” he says, earnestly. He closes the magazine and scoots a little closer, taking advantage of the proximity and of your touch to lay his head on your shoulder, “Did you… read all of it?” 

“Almost, but no, why?” you question, with a light-hearted grin, “Did you say something that would lead the world to believe you’re somehow even more in love with me? Because you might already be past the threshold, dear.” 

Yuuta hums. He reaches to take you son out of your lap and carefully shifts himself to that he’s laying down, his head on your lap, and the baby in his arms, happily giggling and cooing as Yuuta holds him up. He lowers and raises him back and forth a few times, nuzzling their noses together when their faces are close, before sitting him up on his chest.

Then he tilts his head up to look at you, wide, love-filled eyes blinking slowly before he says, “Maybe… depends on if me saying I want more kids is past the threshold or not.” 

[cottonflame]

I've been seeing a lot of Goochy content on tumblr and that makes me really happy, so I wanted to share my collection of Goochys (Goochies?)!

The two in front are my second newest and oldest Goochys, the oldest is around 20 now. Since this picture I've gotten one or two more. Idk I just love Goochy a lot!! And as a kid my life goal was to have the biggest collection of them in the world and I don't think that's changed

Have an extra picture: close-up of the same oldest Goochy, and my most recent one not in the first pic

（：。）ミ

[top-shelf-tender]

Everyone else watching Loser, Baby: yaaaaay, Huskerdust~!!

Me, watching Loser, Baby: haha, the dice literally say 69

[marzipanandminutiae]

as someone who has sabred open one (1) bottle of champagne in her life, I am taking the firm stance that dedicated Champagne Sabres spoil the fun

either use a sword (looks really cool, the whole point of the exercise in my opinion) or use like a butter knife (economical, very impressive because most people don't realize that you use the dull side of the blade anyway so they'll think "whoa, this person can slash open champagne WITH A DULL KNIFE???")

there's nothing cool about doing it with a knife that's clearly not a sword, but also not a kitchen knife that you just happen to have lying around for other purposes and casually use to show off your sabrage prowess

[beanbagbuddies4life]

Silver and Silver II fixing my espresso machine

(photographers note: don't try this at home and don't let your beanies try either.)