#baby porridge 4 months

[kvohru]

absolutely ravishing - maiko week ’24 day 3/4

prompts - jealousy / parents

inspired by this tweet by kvohru 'maiko headcanon zuko puts baby izumi's hair into mai's buns anytime he pisses mai as a way of silly apology/getting her to soften up & talk to him WALK WITΗ ΜΕ' in which maiko go to a party and mai feels left out. baby izumi is the cutest. zuko is a good father. amongst other things lol.

It was a lovely, sunny morning, and Mai was pissed off.

Normally, this wouldn��t have been anything out of the ordinary—after all, she was famously ‘angry at the world’, but this was different. Today, Mai was pissed at the Firelord.

Also known as her husband.

He was, admittedly, unsure as to what he’d done to warrant her annoyance today, but he didn’t want to risk upsetting her further by asking. God, no. He’d rather pluck every hair off his body than have Mai think he was an inattentive, dismissive, careless husband who didn’t care about his gorgeous, beautiful wife! He was better than that, thank you very much. So he did the next best thing and tried to rack his brain, thinking over his actions over these past few hours.

Okay, he thought, pulling out a teapot from the cupboard. This mood started at, like, 8 pm last night? He put on some water to boil, falling into that familiar rhythm of making tea.

Because he was the Firelord, he rarely had the chance to do things for himself, and while that was an insane privilege he frankly enjoyed, it was nice to take a break from everything and just be with his family, away from the hubbub of the palace.

Hence this vacation at Ember Island.

The moment he realised he had a few off-days in his calendar, he decided to plan for him and his wife to go on vacation.

He let the teapot boil and started on breakfast. Rice for the rice porridge, what remained of the dumplings and steamed buns they’d bought, and whatever else he could find. Oh, and eggs and chopped fruit for baby Izumi.

He smiled at the thought of their pudgy little 9 month old. She was just starting to speak, though that mostly came in the form of incoherent babbling with the occasional Mama. Yeah, she called them both Mama.

And yes, Zuko was a teensy bit sulky about that, but I digress.

Just as he was about to put his hair up and start on breakfast, he heard that distinct baby voice he was just thinking about. He glanced at the clock— yup, 7.30 a.m., on the dot. Izumi was awake.

Right now, it was usually a race with time. He had a very short window of time before Izumi’s good-tempered giggles would turn into wailing screams, and he was determined not to wake Mai up any earlier than she needed to be.

She was on vacation and she deserved to rest.

Also, she was mad at him. So. He really didn't need to make it worse for himself.

“I’m coming, darling,” he called out in a whisper when he was close enough, crossing the distance in long strides. At the sight of that little girl in her crib, all chubby limbs and big golden eyes, he smiled and reached to grab her. “Hi, baby,” he whispered, nuzzling into that space between her cheek and shoulder and kissing her. “D’you sleep well?”

She made an incoherent baby noise and happily grabbed a strand of his long hair, which was, positively, one of her favourite pastimes, it seemed. He winced, regretting not putting it up earlier. “Let’s get you changed,” he said, trying to untangle her fingers from his hair— that is, trying to undo that vice-like grip babies seemed to have. I mean, at least that meant her fine-motor skills were good? Pincer grip, and all, right?

She didn’t let go. He sighed.

“Sweetheart, you need to let go so I can get you out of this nasty diaper.”

She didn’t budge.

“Don’t you wanna change so we can surprise Mama with breakfast? We won’t have time if you keep this up.” Just as he had begun to suspect that reasoning with a nine month old was a lost cause, she actually let go.

“Mama!”

“Oh, of course that’s what gets you to let go!” He clicked his tongue.

She giggled again, and, instead of grabbing his hair, she valiantly took to doing her other favourite pastime. Which was just, like, smacking him on the face repeatedly.

Think like, someone clapping their hands, but instead it’s just his face between her hands.

Since he was almost always on morning duty, this was more or less how every morning went.

⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩

Finally, after much trials and tribulations (i.e. Zuko violently getting his hair pulled and cheeks pinched), Izumi was changed into an adorable onesie and strapped into her high chair in the kitchen.

Oh, also, the water had completely evaporated in the time it took them to do all that, so he needed to refill the teapot. “What would Uncle think if he sees this,” he grumbled, opening the window to let the steam out.

Now that that was all over with, he was again plagued with the fact that Mai was mad at him, and he didn't know why! So, being the mature Firelord he was, he decided to take that issue to council.

“Your mom is mad at me,” he said to Izumi, quickly tying his long hair back and away from his face, in a loose bun at the bottom of his head, and rolling up his sleeves.

Izumi babbled excitedly and kicked her feet at the reference of her mother. “Mama!”

“Yup, that’s the one,” Zuko agreed, chuckling. He pulled out a bamboo steamer and started preparing the dumplings and steamed buns, planning on letting them steam while he washed and cooked the rice. “Anyway, as I was saying, Mama is mad at me, but I don’t know why. I tried asking her last night, of course, but she said she was ‘fine’, which is, obviously, a blatant lie.”

He cut up some fruit on a plate for Izumi to hold her off while everything else was ready. He had approximately twenty minutes until Mai got up, which he figured would be enough.

“I can’t really recall doing anything to upset her last night, and I don’t even know when she got upset, you know? She was fine and then she suddenly wasn’t!” He finished washing the rice and transferred it over to a pot to cook. Drying his hands, he continued, “But�� —he turned to Izumi seriously, crouching down to her eye level— “of course, me not remembering or knowing why Mai is upset does not mean that I am not at fault!” He cupped Izumi’s cheeks, interrupting her mid-chew. She grinned happily at him with her whopping six (!) teeth. (New development, by the way). He continued, determined to set a good example for his daughter, “Even if I don’t understand why Mama’s upset — even if she has told me, and I still don't get it — she still deserves an apology, because at the end of the day, I upset her, and that’s all that matters. Understood, Firelord Izumi?” He playfully pinched her little nose (which was identical to her mother’s), and she giggled, reaching for him with fruit-sticky hands.

“Anyway…” and so he continued, thinking out loud with his daughter and trying to puzzle out the reason for his darling wife’s anger at him, all while making breakfast for their family of three.

⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩

“Mai, come on, we'll be late!” Zuko called out, fastening his red robes around his waist.

“Well I don't know what to wear!” she called back from her place in the closet, frustrated.

“It doesn't matter! You look—”

“—And I love you, but you telling me that ‘I look beautiful in everything’ does not help!”

Zuko sighed. He'd dressed himself and Izumi in the time it took for his darling wife to… affectionately, make a mess of their closet and complain about having nothing to wear.

Placing Izumi in her little chair, he said with an affectionate roll of the eyes, “Yeah, yeah, I'm coming.”

“Is this good?” Mai asked, bashfully, when Zuko rapped his knuckles on the closet door and walked in, leaning against the doorframe.

He breathed out. She looked beautiful.

She was wearing a long, pretty, dark red dress that hugged her curves and flared out at the bottom. It had a row of buttons that sloped from the neckline down to her side, and dainty golden embroidery that matched her eyes and the gold and red fan earrings she wore. Her hair was in the usual hairstyle she'd adopted in her adult years— half of it in an elegant bun at the back of her head towards her nape, and the rest in two strands over her shoulders and down over her chest.

He noticed she put two beautiful gold pins through the bun.

“Do you like it?” she asked again, and he had an inclination her rosy cheeks weren't just due to an excess of powder blush. She adjusted it over her hips. “Is it too tight? It doesn't fit the same since” —she bit the inside of her cheek, averting her eyes and smoothing the fabric over her stomach— “Izumi.”

Zuko moved closer, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her against him. Her hands went to his chest automatically, a familiar affection built over years of being together. “You look,” he rasped, hoisting her up by her waist and wrapping his arms around her middle, “absolutely ravishing.”

He craned his neck and caught her bottom lip between his teeth, kissing and gently tugging back. She wrapped her legs tighter around her and grinned despite herself, cupping his cheeks and looking down at him. One thing she enjoyed about being carried was the limited height she gained over Zuko.

She leaned down and kissed him again, their lips interlocking in an easy embrace. “Are you sure? You're not just saying that to get me to hurry up?” He could still hear a hint of unsurety in her low, raspy voice.

“Positive,” he responded in kind, slanting his lips over hers, “but if you don't want to go…” his hand slipped down her back to her ass.

She rolled her eyes without any heat, picking up on his very obvious implication. “Alright, horndog. Hands off.” She hopped down and adjusted her dress before looking up at him through her lashes and, teasingly, parroting back, “We'll be late.”

⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩

The sight Mai was met with when she walked downstairs was, she thought, a sight she could never get bored of. It was such a quintessential picture of domesticity she, at one point in her life, could've never imagined would've been hers.

Her husband in the kitchen making breakfast while their daughter sat beside him, babbling incoherently the way babies did.

“Really?! And what after that?” he asked animatedly, humouring said daughter while still focused on the plate he was assembling. Mai exhaled softly, leaning against the doorframe and just watching.

Watching her husband’s overly focused face as he diligently placed the fresh steamed buns onto a plate using chopsticks, a furrow in his dark brows and his hair tied back, all the while nodding along with Izumi’s story (which was, of course, all adorable gibberish).

And Izumi, who was sitting in a high chair and shoving eggs into her mouth using her entire fist, no doubt making a mess around her. What struck her though was Izumi’s hair, which was in two little buns at the sides of her head, and the front was smoothed over her head in a silly imitation of a fringe.

Mai bit back a smile.

This was obviously Zuko’s attempt at recreating Mai’s infamous hairstyle on their daughter. Which was a regular occurrence.

“Mai!” Zuko had finally noticed her.

Even after all these years of being together, and a whole child together, he still had a way of lighting up so genuinely every time he saw her. And no, this is not a firebending pun.

The way his eyes widened in an almost child-like excitement and his immediate awestruck kind of smile that made him resemble his sixteen year old self were almost enough for her to forget the fact that she was upset with him. Almost.

He set down the food, which was all ready now, and wiped his hands before walking up to her. “Sleep well?” he asked gently, tilting her chin up to kiss her. His touch was feather-light, so she could tell he was hesitant. Clearly, he hadn’t nor was he pretending to have forgotten about her mood, so. One point for him.

She let him kiss her, and she kissed back, because over their years of being together, one of the things she realised was that dealing with conflict did not mean that they had to rescind their love from each other— and especially for them two, whose primary language was physical touch.

“I slept pretty well,” she replied, her raspy voice full of that polite disinterest most people were used to hearing from her. To someone else, maybe, this wouldn't have been any cause for concern or anything out of the ordinary, but Zuko was immediately alarmed.

He could always tell.

So she's still upset. That was fine. He hadn't really expected otherwise. In fact, this was good for him, because there was no chance she could dismiss his questions about it now and say that ‘Oh, it's nothing, don't worry about it’.

They sat down to eat, and after a moment of awkward silence that made him feel like a seventeen year old in an argument with his girlfriend (also Mai) again, he broke.

“What did I do?” he blurted out. It wasn't an accusatory or patronising or deliberately obtuse question in any way. He sounded painfully earnest. “I know I did something to upset you, but I just… don't know what it is. I'm sorry. I tried to think, but I still don't know. I love you. Please tell me.”

If any of his friends could see him right now, the high and mighty Firelord, practically (unintentionally) giving his wife puppy eyes, they'd probably say he was pathetically in love.

And they'd be right.

Mai sighed and put her chopsticks down.

Another thing she'd realised over the years was that, as corny as it sounded, communication really was key. There was no use going in circles and beating around the bush and waiting for the other person to figure it out. Sometimes—most times—you just needed to have the conversation and move on.

Butttttt that doesn't mean that she didn't enjoy making him sweat sometimes. Most times.

“Last night,” she supplied. “At the party.”

“Yeah, I figured,” he responded without missing a beat, spooning a bit of dumpling into Izumi's mouth. “Good, huh?” He grinned when she got all excited and signed more. He directed his attention back at Mai, “Sorry. Keep going, baby.”

She feigned frustration, turning her face away from him while stroking Izumi’s hair, playing with the tiny buns. The feeling of the soft sprouts of hair between her fingers almost made her crack a smile. She knew it was Zuko's way of softening her up, but she didn't crack, wanting to make him sweat a little longer.

She shrugged nonchalantly, saying, “Your little… girlfriend was there last night. You didn't tell me she'd be there.”

He blinked. “Jin?!”

Mai scoffed. “Still on a first name basis, huh?” She shook her head in bewilderment, muttering, “You'd think the Firelord would have some respect for his wif—”

“Darling,” he breathed, interrupting her, in so much theatrical disbelief she almost laughed. He was so dramatic. He left his chair and immediately went to kneel in front of her, taking her hand in his.

Out of everything he could've guessed, it never would've been this. Mai was never jealous—not of his old girlfriends (just the one), that is. And of course, he wasn't faulting her for that or anything, but it was just… unexpected.

They'd met Jin the previous night unexpectedly at the party, and having already been well acquainted years ago (and having gone to Jin's wedding and having invited her to theirs, and having had Jin visit them on numerous occasions, the most recent being Izumi's birth), he'd safely assumed that speaking to Jin was fine. Right?

I mean, come on, Jin and Mai were closer than Jin and Zuko ever had been! They'd gone on one date, for God's sake!

But he wouldn't dare discredit Mai's feelings, no matter what.

“Did I say something specific that upset you? Or was it just the fact that I was having a conversation with her to begin with?” he asked, stroking her cold knuckles with his thumb, the contrast between their body temperature making him want to just scoop her up and take her to their bed to warm her up. In any means necessary.

Again, his question was nothing more than earnest.

“I… don't know,” Mai answered honestly, because even though she thought she didn't really care, she realised that she really was a little hurt, still. She had, of course, had time to think about it the previous night in the shower, and she'd come to the conclusion that while, yes, she was a little hurt at him barely paying any attention to her the whole night, busy both with Jin and everyone else who kept flanking him for a chance to speak with the Firelord, it was mostly the hormones speaking and after taking a little time to cool down, she understood that her feeling left out didn't mean that he was intentionally leaving her out. “I guess I just felt a bit jealous. And left out.”

“Mai…”

She squirmed. Even after all these years, she still felt that vague discomfort in the pit of her stomach when vocalising her feelings.

She rushed to say, “I know it's nothing and that you love me and that you're the Firelord and it's your duty to—”

“I am your husband before I am the Firelord,” he fiercely interrupted and pulled her down to join him on the floor. The gentleness of his touch contrasted the tone of his voice, both determined and desperate. “I am yours before I am anyone else's. My duty is to you, first and foremost, and I was wrong to neglect you in a party I brought you to. We came here to relax— to enjoy time away from all that Firelord bullshit, but I still found away to sink back into that role.”

“Zuko,” she said quietly with a hint of a smile, leaning into him and looping her arms around his neck, “it really isn't that big of a deal.” She kissed him sweetly once, his arms instantly going around her and pulling her closer against him. “I was just hormonal.” Then with an adorably teasing smirk that Zuko wanted to kiss off her face, she jested, “You can stop with the melodrama now.”

He huffed a laugh and spoke sincerely against her lips, “Still. I don't care if it was ‘the hormones’. I still upset you, and I'm sorry.”

“It wasn't a big deal,” she insisted, but deep down, she was really glad he cared so sincerely for her feelings.

“Don't care. I'm still sorry.”

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the smile and the rumble of laughter in her chest. “Fine, you drama queen.” She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his. “I forgive you.”

He ran his tongue across her bottom lip, one side of his lips tugging up in a smirk. “So soon?” he murmured against her, slipping his fingers in her long silky hair. “I was ready to make it up to you.”

Before the kiss could escalate any further—their daughter was right there, hello?—Mai pushed Zuko away, laughing. “Are you in heat?” she asked, giggling.

He gave her a lopsided grin. “For you? Always.”

She shook her head with laughter and pulled him up to stand. They made a good couple.

[farmerbebop]

It seems like an entire lifetime has passed since I last posted. I was back in my hometown. And here are some updates.

1. The only one who was still there, had time and was interested in hanging out with me is mostly just my dad. (You shouldn’t be so surprised to find out you are not so popular in real life if you have been blorbo posting to an audience of ten people on tumblr dot com). I spent most of the time at home listening to him talking about everything and eating with him. That’s something he can’t expect from my little sister and brother. They would rather go out to eat foreign food and don’t like to listen to him “moralising”.

I was born in a different time. When I was a baby, dad made chicken broth for me out of chicken feet because he couldn’t afford any meat. When he needed pork for my porridge he would buy bones but sweet talk the butcher lady so she left some more meat on the bones. Then he would take me out drinking with him after kindergarten (don’t worry it’s not what you think). I was the only kid among a bunch of drunken men so I was treated like a princess by the waitresses. They would bring me the best food they could find every time my dad brought me in. That’s how I got to eat chicken drumsticks for free.

Even if I had all the money in the world, no waitress would treat me better than when I was just a poor man’s daughter.

2. They have put an automatic door at the gate of the Temple of Literature. You have to scan the ticket to get through it. Buy some dried plums at the shop and you scan their QR code to pay with your phone. Ask a 15-year-old where they hang out with their friends in their free time and the first answer is “shopping mall”.

I asked my stepmom about a new piece of wall decor at home and she said it’s some Japanese secondhand stuff. “Importing thrown-away stuffs from Japan is a business now. We are like their dumpster”, she said. My cousin’s daughter speaks better English than me, she is four year old.

They recently built a big museum for military history. It’s not completed yet and the entry is still free. When I was there with my friend on a Thursday morning, it was packed with people. Everyone was taking selfie or having photo taken as if they didn’t just see thousands years of wars, after which their country is becoming more and more like its enemies.

3. My little sister used to say she would go to the fine arts museum with me when I’m home. But ever since she got into the most famous “elite” high school in Vietnam, she has been “working” day and night for the six clubs that she is in. Every time I asked what she was doing she was “working on her deadlines”. She has meetings, interviews, reviews, feedbacks. She knows 600 fellow club members. She has to write posts, design posters, organise events. Her ambition is to get promoted to a “higher position”. I only got to see her at dinner. And she just got into high school a few months ago.

She showed me the instagram page of the robotics club at her school. They have photoshoots for their members as if they were actors. And my blorbo looked in most studio photos like he just came back from a parent-teacher meeting.

4. My little brother is still not showing much interest in studying. But he still wants “an easy job with a high salary” and doesn’t show any interest in “hard work” either. My dad has tried a lot of things and still can’t get his son to turn over a new leaf. “The family method” wouldn’t work on my brother, he said. He means the way his uncle “fixed” him back in his youth.

Back then, dad didn’t learn anything at school. One day after he failed the university entrance exam, his uncle came to his house. He was drunk and he told my dad: “Look at your parents! They gave you everything and you are a good-for-nothing! How can people as talented as your parents have such a useless son as you?! You don’t deserve to bear our last name!” Then he vomited everything he has just eaten and made my dad eat that.

My dad, as proud as he was, had to eat the vomit and started studying after that.

The education system has ruined this new generation, he said. They learn to get good grades and they give out good grades when it fits them. All the politicians telling them to learn hard today will be arrested for corruption the next day. There are as many university graduates as puppies, just as clueless and just as helpless. If your parents are not rich, are not high-ranking officials or don’t have any “connections” then you are on your own.

“Whoever has land to sell nowadays is rich”, he said. And the famine drove my great grandparents out of their hometown in 1945 so we don’t have any land, he also said.

5. My aunt called me a rice ball because I have gained weight. Too much blorbo posting, I guess. Everyone tells me I need to exercise more. My exercise is now my new hiatus and I hope they don’t mean the same thing.

[bluthian90]

An American Tail: Fievel's New York Tails Episode 1: "Curiosity Lured The Mouse"

First episode of "Fievel's New York Tails", a hypothetical TV series that takes place after the events of the first An American Tail film

The first episode script is also available to view on DeviantArt:

Enjoy!

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SCENE 1A

We fade in on the New York City harbor. As the sun rises in the morning sky, we see a tugboat passing by the Statue of Liberty while pulling a barge.

We cut to a freight train depot where we see a 2-6-0 B&O R.R. mogul locomotive, #86. It stands in front of a train consisting of a yellowish brown boxcar, an open hopper carrying coal, a flatcar with logs, a second dark brown box car, another flatcar with large crates, a silver tank car, another hopper car carrying sand, two more boxcars, and a bright red caboose. Three workers help load the first boxcar, after the last of the cargo has been loaded, the workers slam the boxcar door shut. The brakeman leans from the caboose and waves his flag. The engineer blows the whistle and the fireman shovels the coal into the firebox. Then #86, hissing steam, pulls the freight train out of the yard, passing a 0-4-0 H.K. Porter tank engine slowly pulling some empty boxcars on the other track.

We cut now to a busy street in Manhattan, where people tend to their houses and storefronts and the children play on the sidewalk. We then focus on a horse-driven trolley with the words NEW YORK & HARLEM R.R. painted on the side, following it down the street before reaching an alley on the left side of a corner store, where we zoom in to see a row of mouse-sized buildings.

There in the neighborhood of mouse-sized buildings, the mice are busy with their shops and the mice children are playing a game of chase. Then, we focus on a mouse-sized house with a sign next to the door, which reads “Mousekewitz Violins”.

We then go to the interior of the Mousekewitz house where Mama is serving buckwheat porridge, or Kasha, for breakfast on the dinner table, and her daughter Tanya is sitting in her chair at the dinner table, eating her breakfast. Baby sister Yasha sits in her high chair, playing with her doll.

TANYA: This is absolutely the best Kasha porridge, Mama.

MAMA: Thank you, Tanya. Fievel! Breakfast is ready! Fievel!

Fievel, in his blue floppy hat, oversized red sweater, and blue baggy pants playfully runs out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

FIEVEL: Here I am, Mama! (giggles)

MAMA: (chuckles) Come and eat your breakfast, dear.

FIEVEL: Yes, Mama. (sits down at the table and eats a bite of porridge) Mmm…

TANYA: Morning, Fievel. How are you feeling?

FIEVEL: I’m fine, Tanya. But, um…

Papa walks in, stretching and yawning.

PAPA: Good morning, everyone. (looks at Fievel) What’s wrong?

FIEVEL: Well, it's been a month since I got separated from you, and I have a fear that I might lose you again.

PAPA: (giving his son a hug) Don't worry, Fievel. You're a brave mouse. No matter what happens, we'll always be there.

FIEVEL: Thanks, Papa.

PAPA: Oh, and I have wonderful news that’ll cheer you up, my son.

FIEVEL: What’s that, Papa?

PAPA: Today, we’re going to Utica for the New York State Fair, where there’s going to be a special competition for who holds the best cheese.

FIEVEL: The state fair? Wow! (claps excitedly) We can ride the pleasure wheel there! I can imagine myself being on top of the world!

TANYA: And the carousel too! (clasps her hands) I just love the happy music it plays.

MAMA: (nods) Mm-hm. This will be a day to remember. (chuckles) Now let’s have our breakfast.

SCENE 1B

Cut to a rusty pocket watch hung outside an upper mouse tenement, its time is 12:00 exactly. Pan down, the Mousekewitz Family exits their house, they check that they are all accounted for, then hurriedly walk toward the street beyond the alley. Reaching the street, they run to the corner, where the horse-driven trolley stands, the last passenger boarding from the rear balcony. The mice quickly climb onto the balcony step as the bell rings and the tram starts off.

Cross-fade to the exterior of Grand Central Station where Tony Toponi and Bridget Luchimer are waiting at the curb. Bridget sings the words from Johann Strauss II’s waltz “Voices of Spring”.

BRIDGET: (singing)

The lark rises into the blue,

the mellow wind mildly blowing;

his lovely mild breath revives

and kisses the field, the meadow.

Spring in all its splendor rises,

ah, all hardship is over,

sorrow becomes milder,

good expectations,

the belief in happiness returns;

sunshine, you warm us,

ah, all is laughing, oh, oh awakes!

Tony sees the trolley arriving, and the Mousekewitz family leaping off onto the curb.

TONY: Look, Bridget! They’re here.

BRIDGET: (happily) Oh, how wonderful.

TONY: Hey Fillie! How ya doin’?

(Fievel looks ahead)

FIEVEL: (excitedly) Tony!

He hugs his best friend

TONY: (jokingly) Whoa, whoa! Hey! Easy, there! You dazed or something? (Then, he and Fievel laugh as they hug)

Mama approaches Bridget while smiling.

MAMA: How do you do, Bridget?

BRIDGET: Very well, thank you, Mrs. Mousekewitz. This is the most exciting day ever.

TONY: How about you, Mr. M? How’re you doin?

PAPA: Oh, I’m doing well, Tony. Now we must get to our train quickly.

TONY: Oh, right. We better get going!

The mice hurry through the station to find the passenger train while avoiding being seen by the humans. Before long, they come to a miniature platform with a ramp leading to the first coach, a wooden composite painted in maroon with golden lettering. Papa, Mama, and Tanya look with amazement at the mouse-sized replica hung underneath, matching in color. Fievel, meanwhile, looks toward the front at the locomotive, a newly-built N.Y.C. & H.R. R.R. experimental 4-4-0 Class I prototype. His eyes widen as he looks first at the long, shiny boiler, at the cab painted in a fine dark blue shade, and then at the two enormous driving wheels. He gapes, likely imagining how fast this marvelous machine must go, clearly unable to contain his excitement.

FIEVEL: (trying to get closer to admire the locomotive) Oh, look, Papa, look!

PAPA: Come along, Fi- (gasps) Fievel, no!

Papa runs toward his son and barely manages to pull him back before the locomotive lets off steam. Tanya, watching in fright, covers her eyes. When Papa and Fievel appear, she is relieved.

PAPA: Fievel, what were you doing? I was so worried.

FIEVEL: I … uh, I-I just wanted to see how this train works.

PAPA: I know you like to explore new things, Fievel. But sometimes, your curiosity can get you into big trouble. Trains can be beautiful, but dangerous.

FIEVEL: I’m sorry, Papa. I didn’t mean to worry you.

TANYA: Come on, Fievel! I’ll race you.

FIEVEL: (giggles) I’m gonna win!

TANYA: (playfully) No, I will!

MAMA: Be careful, my children!

Fievel giggles and chases Tanya who boards the mouse-sized passenger box. As his family and their friends take their seats, Fievel is just stepping inside when he suddenly realizes something.

FIEVEL: (to himself) Uh-oh, I forgot to get my backpack.

He turns and runs back down to the platform. He looks around and spots his backpack lying beside a bundle of newspapers.

Meanwhile, the human conductor takes out his pocket watch and notices the time.

CONDUCTOR: ALL ABOARD!!

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS, HISSING AND CHUGGING FOLLOWS)

Fievel gasps when he hears the whistle.

FIEVEL: Oh no! The train’s starting, I need to hurry!

He grabs his backpack and turns to see the train pulling out. He runs after it, though it is already moving too fast. In the mouse-sized coach, Yasha pokes her head out the window.

YASHA: Fievel…bye-bye!

FIEVEL: Come back! Wait for me! Wait! Wait!!!

Fievel tries hard to catch up with the train, but to no avail. He slows to a stop and watches as the passenger train speeds off into the distance. Fievel reels, exhausted, not noticing that a human boy in a brown jacket, flat cap, and denim pants is standing above him.

BOY: Hey! Look what we got here. (laughs)

Fievel gasps and runs from being grabbed by the laughing boy just in time, then turns around suddenly as a woman screams, he runs on between the legs of several other humans.

WOMAN (voice only): Oh my goodness, a mouse!

Cut to Fievel running out the front door of the train station. He stops to catch his breath.

FIEVEL: Phew! That was close.

His hat suddenly slips down over his eyes, and he then pushes it back up.

Slow-left panning shot of Fievel as he wanders around the busy streets, feeling all alone, he comes to a stop near the start of Hester Street.

FIEVEL: (looks around) M-My family's gone… how will I ever find them again? (Starts to cry) Mama! Papa! (sobbing) Mama! Papaaaaa!!

Wide shot of Fievel as he sits down at a corner near the start of an alley and buries his face in tears. Closeup as he gasps at a sudden clatter nearby, he rises to see the shadow form of a cat. Fievel gasps. The scene fades out.

SCENE 2A

The scene fades in to see Fievel starting to cry again.

FIEVEL: (In tears) P-Please don’t hurt me!

But then he hears a familiar voice.

TIGER: Fievel? Is that you?

FIEVEL: Tiger?

TIGER: Hi-ya, buddy! (notices Fievel’s tears) Hey, why the long face?

FIEVEL: I-I forgot my backpack and when I tried to get back to the train, I got left behind.

TIGER: Aww… That’s too bad, little buddy. (then he thinks of a way to cheer Fievel up) Hey, you know what they say, when the mice are away, the cat’s gonna come out to play!

FIEVEL: (giggling) Oh, Tiger, you’re my best friend. (hugs Tiger)

(song begins)

TIGER: (singing)

I’m a crazy alley cat ‘cause Tiger is my name.

I’m supposed to be ferocious, but I’m really nice and tame.

FIEVEL: (singing)

You’re not too much like other cats, you’re not so snide and smart.

In fact, you’re just a powder puff, you’ve got a gentle heart.

TIGER:

I found myself a buddy pal and friend

TIGER & FIEVEL: (singing)

It’s amazing, ‘cause we’re such

a pure and perfect blend.

(singing the chorus together)

Fievel and me

We are just two opposites, as different as can be

Don’t know how it happened, but it’s such a mystery

That Fievel and me are friends

Tiger and me

We’re a combination of impossibility

But somehow it worked out

And we’re as thankful as can be

That Fievel and me are friends

TIGER: (singing)

I’m a green-eyed feline and I wear a coat of stripes.

Used to hang out with those fat cats at the backyard fence at night.

Got tired of pusy-footin’ around, meowing at the moon.

So I just purr a while and change my tune.

FIEVEL: (singing)

You became a little mouse’s friend,

You saved me from the cat gang,

On you, I can depend.

(singing the chorus together)

Fievel and me

We are just two opposites, as different as can be

Don’t know how it happened, but it’s such a mystery

That Fievel and me are friends

Tiger and me

We’re a combination of impossibility

But somehow it worked out

And we’re as thankful as can be

That Fievel and me are friends

Fievel and me…are…friends.

(SONG ENDS)

(Fievel and Tiger laugh)

SCENE 2B

We then go to the Utica railroad station where the express train slows to a stop, reaching the platform on track 1. The Mousekewitz family, along with Tony Toponi and Bridget exit the mouse-sized replica coach. They wait until the human passengers are out of the way, before stepping down to the platform. Then, we transition to the State Fair, where amusement rides are in motion, people crowd game stalls, and stages are being set for contests holding the best farm animals, best produce, best craftwork, and of course, the best cheeses. Zoom out to show the quintet of mice watching everything from atop a wall.

PAPA: Here we are, the state fair. The contest for the best cheese awaits us.

TONY: You said it!

BRIDGET: (points to a cable car) Oh, Tony! Look, there’s a gondola. From that, we could see the whole world around us!

PAPA: Do we have everybody here?

TONY: Of course we do!

MAMA: (concerned) Wait a minute, Papa. Have we forgotten someone?

PAPA: Hmm… Let’s see…we have you, Tanya, Yasha, Tony, Bridget and… (gasps and realizes) Fievel!! We forgot Fievel!

(Mama and Tanya gasp)

Cut back to an alley in the city, Fievel and Tiger are playing hide-and-seek. Tiger is first to count while Fievel goes to hide.

TIGER: One, two, three…

(Fievel runs over to a barrel in the alley)

FIEVEL: Found a hiding place. (giggles quietly) He’ll never find me here.

TIGER: Nine…ten…Ready or not, Fie…Here I come!!

(Tiger wanders around near the alley)

TIGER: Oh, Fie! Buddy! Where did he go? Did he disappear? Did he turn invisible? (scratches his head)

(As the big orange cat in the purple shirt looks around, he hears squeaky giggles. Tiger turns around to see what it was. Meanwhile, Fievel was hiding inside the empty barrel.)

TIGER: Fie! Where are you?

(Fievel pops out of a hole in the barrel)

FIEVEL: Here I am, Tiger! (giggles)

TIGER: (chuckles) You’re very good.

FIEVEL: Yeah, this is fun!

Back in Utica, the Mousekewitz family, Tony Toponi and Bridget all mournfully sit below the welcoming sign outside the fairgrounds. Tanya, on Tony’s right, holds Yasha in her lap.

TONY: Poor FIllie. It ain’t much fun around here without him.

(Yasha tugs on Tony’s scarf)

YASHA: Uncle Tony.

TONY: (smiles slightly)

BRIDGET: I’m so sorry, Mr. Mousekewitz. We all forget sometimes.

PAPA: But my son is stuck in the city all by himself. Who knows what might happen?

(just then, a police mouse walks by and notices them)

POLICE-MOUSE: I say, is everything all right, folks? What’s the trouble?

PAPA: We arrived here for the fair, but our son got left behind. We must get back to New York, so we can find him.

POLICE-MOUSE: Oh, dear. That is bad. But don’t worry, I think I can help. The next express to Grand Central leaves in an hour, I’ll notify the station master at once.

MAMA: Oh, thank you, officer. I don't know what we would do without your help.

TANYA: (upset) How could Fievel be accidentally left behind, Mama? While we’re feeling worried about him, he’s probably having fun with that silly cat Tiger!

MAMA: Tanya, I’m ashamed of you. Think of your brother, what if something happened to him?

TANYA: (gasps then has an ashamed look) You’re right, Mama. I’m sorry.

SCENE 3A

Back in the city, we turn to a back alley in Mulberry Street. We go to the basement of a building in the back alley where five streetwise cats are. Three of them are playing a game of poker while two play at a pool table.

We focus on the three playing cards. The cats are named Joe, Harry, and Charlie.

JOE (the cat in the brown bowler hat, and the red and black striped sweater): How many?

CHARLIE: (the cat in the green sweater and dark yellow flat cap looks at his set of cards) Four.

JOE: (gives out three cards, then turns to Harry) I’ll take the same. What have you got, Harry?

HARRY: (the cat in the black bowler hat, blue sweater, and red pants) Three.

JOE: I bet two.

HARRY: I’ll see those two, and I’ll raise ya five.

JOE: I better win this game today. I’ve got to get my hands on a mouse.

HARRY: Well, the best cat always wins.

CHARLIE: Soitenly! I may not win but I still have enough cards up my sleeve. (chuckles)

JOE: (to Charlie, with an angry look, balls up his right hand into a fist and holds it up) See that?

CHARLIE: (in a disgusted voice while balling his right hand into a fist himself) See that?

Joe smacks Charlie’s fist which spins in a circle before it hits Charlie on the head. Charlie looks up at the ceiling, rubbing his head in pain.

We now focus on the two cats at the pool table and a lizard. The short cat, whose name is Toll-Tall Tommy, is dressed in a green sweater with dark green stripes and solid green sleeves. He is also wearing a maroon flat cap, a dark orange-red scarf, and bluish-green pants. He has a cigarette sticking from the right side of his mouth and is holding a pool cue and he is using cue chalk to rub on the tip of his cue.

Tiny Timmy is a cigar-smoking cat who is a little taller than Tiger and a little bit less chunky. He is wearing a purplish-red short-sleeved shirt, a black vest, and a dark gray bowler hat with a dark faded red band on it. He leans on the side of the table watching Timmy’s game.

The lizard, whose name is Jasper, is in charge of the scorekeeper. Jasper is wearing a dark gray flat cap, denim long-sleeve shirt, a dark yellow bandanna around his neck, and faded reddish-brown pants. Jasper is snoring while resting against the scoreboard slate, which is set on top of a rundown drawer, used for storing extra billiard balls.

TINY TIMMY: (after blowing a smoke ring away) Say, boss. I haven’t had another one of those meece-sandwiches in weeks. Those meeces just ain’t as plump and juicy as they used to be.

TOO-TALL TOMMY: (scoffing and rolling his eyes) Now look here, Timmy, ya jabber jaw. We’ll find them for sure. There's plenty of them around New York. Small ones, tall ones, skinny ones and especially big plump ones. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m about to take my shot here.

He aims the cue stick at the white cue ball and hits it. The cue ball then crashes into the 10 colored balls which go rolling around. The red ball falls into one of the side pockets. We go back to the poker/card table where Joe, Charlie, and Harry are still playing their game of poker.

JOE: There’s that chip I called. What do ya got, Harry? (puts his last poker chip on the stack)

HARRY: Just four aces. (Shows his cards)

JOE: (slams his cards on the table in front of Harry) And me with four Kings again.

HARRY: Well, it could be beginner's luck. (Takes the full plate of chips from the center of the table)

JOE: I just can’t understand it. Every day you seem to have that kind of luck.

HARRY: (stands up to get something from the table) Well, it’s just one of those things---

Joe looks under Harry’s seat and sees a bunch of Aces hidden, he grabs Harry by the collar

JOE: If ya wanna cheat, ya cheat fair. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s a crooked crook.

Holding Harry, Joe shakes him and a bunch of Aces fall out of his pocket, he slaps him away.

HARRY: Ow!

JOE: Haha. My beginner’s luck! Ha. (takes the chips from Harry’s spot on the table)

Charlie gives Joe an annoyed hand gesture and a look. Then, he looks at his cards.

CHARLIE: Nyuk-nyuk.

Cut back to the pool area, and we see Jasper is snoring while resting against the scorekeeper.

TOO-TALL TOMMY: Jasper?

Jasper is still snoring, Tommy slams his pool cue on the table

TOO-TALL TOMMY: JASPER!

Jasper wakes up suddenly

JASPER: (Cockney accent) Yes sir, guvnor! (remembering to keep score) Don't get your knickers in a twist, eh?

TOO-TALL TOMMY: Okay, Tim. Your shot.

TINY TIMMY: Why, soitenly. (Timmy takes his cue chalk to rub on the tip of his cue before he aims at the cue ball before hitting it at a blue-striped ball)

SCENE 3B

Cut back Fievel and Tiger, still playing hide and seek. Tiger takes his turn to hide.

FIEVEL: One, two, three…

Tiger runs over to a tenement location where he hides under a wooden wagon

TIGER: Oh, goody, goody. This is purr-fect. (chuckles)

FIEVEL: Ten. Ready or not, here I come, Tiger! (wanders around) Tiger! Where are you?

We then go to Tiger still hiding under the wagon, snickering. Then, all of a sudden, the dust from the wagon made Tiger start to sneeze.

TIGER: Ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhh…YEEEEAAHHH-CHOOO!

After sneezing, Tiger then tumbles out of his hiding place! Fievel finds him at once and squeaks in surprise.

FIEVEL: Aah! Tiger.

TIGER: (gets up) Oops! Sorry, Fiev!

But the big orange cat’s sneeze made Fievel laugh so hard.

FIEVEL: (giggling) It's okay, Tiger! That was fun!

Tiger smiles at his best friend.

TIGER: You said it, buddy. This is the best game we can think of!

FIEVEL: (an idea comes to him) That's it! C’mon, Tiger! Let’s go exploring!

Fievel jumps on Tiger’s back

FIEVEL: Giddyup, Tiger!

Tiger pretends to act like a horse, then gallops off through the neighborhood.

TIGER: Hold on tight, Fie!

Cut to the basement scene, where Too-Tall Tommy is going to take his shot at the pool table. Tiny-Timmy and Jasper watch him. At the same time, Tiny-Timmy is talking to Too-Tall Tommy, Joe, Harry, and Charlie.

TOO-TALL TOMMY: Look here. I’ll show you imbeciles how to find the best mouse we can capture for our bacon, lettuce, tomato, and mice sandwiches. After all, the plumper they are, the better they taste.

TINY TIMMY: Yeah, but, where are we going to catch a mouse? There’s plenty of them around these parts.

CHARLIE: Suppose it’s the cat’s meeooww! Get it? Nyuk-nyuk-nyuk!

Joe slaps Charlie in the face.

CHARLIE: (yells angrily to Harry) Hey, you! What was that for?!

HARRY: Mistaken identity! (points to Joe)

CHARLIE: (snaps out of it) Oh. Hi-ya, George. (Tips his bowler hat)

TOO-TALL TOMMY: (after hitting the green ball) Screwball in the corner pocket!

Meanwhile, Jasper hears something.

JASPER: I say. What's that noise?

He sneaks over to one of the windows to see Fievel and Tiger, still having fun together.

JASPER: (to Too-Tall Tommy) I say, guv’nor! Pardon the interruption, but it seems that our starving days are just about over.

TOO-TALL TOMMY: Whaddya talkin’ about, Jasper?

JASPER: Look who’s coming our way right now.

Too-Tall Tommy runs over to see what Jasper was looking at. He tries to reach for the window, but he’s short. He jumps but to no avail. He turns to Timmy.

TOO-TALL TOMMY: Hey, Timmy! Come here and give me a boost!

TINY TIMMY: Duhh, okay, boss. (chuckles)

Timmy then lifts Tommy, who looks out the basement window. He, Timmy, and Jasper scramble to see. When Tommy sees what he just saw, an evil smile appears on his face.

JASPER: See? What did I tell ya, guv'nor?

TOO-TALL TOMMY: Well, little mouse…(chuckles)

The scene fades out.

SCENE 4A

Fade in on the Mousekewitz family, Tony Toponi and Bridget Luchimer all riding one of the mouse-sized coaches attached under the train heading back to New York City, with other mice passengers on board. Tanya stares out the window, pouting as the countryside flashes by. She turns back around and begins to cry, Yasha notices, a tear starts to come to her eye too.

YASHA: Tanya. (sniffs)

MAMA: There, there, Yasha.

-Tanya continues to weep. Tony and Bridget come over to comfort her-

TONY: Hey. Hey, Tillie. You all right? (patting her shoulder)

TANYA: I’m sorry, Tony. It’s just that my brother being accidentally left behind makes me think about when he and I were separated on the way to America. I hope he’s all right.

TONY: Don’t worry. We’ll soon find Fillie when we get home. Eh, Bridget?

BRIDGET: Of course, Tony. You know something, Tillie? When I was little, my mother helped me stop thinking about my fears and worries.

TANYA: (wiping the tears from her eyes) What did your mother teach you?

BRIDGET: I’ll tell you.

BRIDGET: (singing)

Sleep, my child, for the red bee hums

The silent twilight falls

Eivell from the gray rock comes

To wrap the world in thralls

And lying there, oh, my child, my joy

My love and heart's desire

The crickets sing you a lullaby

Beside the dyin' fire

Dusk has come and the green man's thorn

Is wreathed in rings of fog

Shivrah sails his boat till morn

Along the starry bog

And over it all the paley moon

Has gleamed her cusp in dew

And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune

I sing, oh love, to you

And lyin' there, oh, my child, my joy

My love and heart's desire

The crickets sing you a lullaby

Beside the dyin' fire

Tanya smiles and hugs Bridget

TANYA: Thanks, Bridget.

BRIDGET: (smiling back) Anytime.

Cut to Tiger and Fievel, playing another round of hide-and-seek.

FIEVEL: Okay, Tiger! Ready?

TIGER: Ready, Fiev!

FIEVEL: (covers his eyes) One, two, three…

Tiger finds a stack of old crates in the alley and hides there.

TIGER: Now, this is the perfect place to hide! (Chuckles)

Too-Tall Tommy, Tiny Timmy, and Jasper look around for the mouse they found. They checked near the crates, but no sign of Fievel. Just then, they hear soft thudding noises.

TINY TIMMY: W-what was that, boss?

TOO-TALL TOMMY: Shh! He must be behind those crates. Let’s take a look.

The three look behind the crates and find Tiger.

TIGER: Fie will never find me here!

TOO-TALL TOMMY: Well, look who’s talking.

(Tiger is surprised to hear Tommy’s low, gruff voice)

TIGER: Wow, Fie! How’d you get your voice to sound like that?

(Turns around and suddenly he gasps when he is face-to-face with Tommy, Timmy, and Jasper)

TIGER: (terrified) Nyah-aah-aah-aah! (tries to run away but is trapped when Joe, Harry, and Charlie block his path) Fie!

TOMMY: (to Tiger) This is our turf, tubby! In this old alley, we’re nothin’ but tough mean alley cats! We don’t trust goofy felines like yourself.

(Tiger backs away from the three but bumps into Timmy, who glares at Tiger gulping)

TIGER: Oh, gosh! Oh, gee! Oh, gosh!

TOMMY: Tell me where the mouse is and we’ll let you go.

TIMMY: Yeah, we'll let you go!

JASPER: Perchance!

TOMMY: Ahh, be quiet!

TIGER: Mouse? What mouse? I-I-I have no idea whaddya talking about. (chuckles) FIEV! HELP!!

Fievel hears Tiger’s cries and runs to where he last saw him, but the alley cats are already dragging his friend away.

FIEVEL: (spotting the gang) Oh no! Those alley cats have got Tiger! I must help him. (runs after the alley cats’ trail)

SCENE 4A

Fievel arrives at the window near the basement stairs. Inside the basement, Too-Tall Tommy and Tiny Timmy interrogate Tiger, his hands and feet tied up with ropes.

TOMMY: Tell me where the mouse is, Tiger.

TIGER: How’d you know my name?

TOMMY: Me and Timmy here used to work for Warren T. Rat’s gang, then we got kicked out for going behind his back!

TIGER: What did you do?

TIMMY: Well, uhh…we stole some of his things so we can keep them for ourselves. Right, boss?

Tommy rolls his eyes in annoyance.

TOMMY: (Turns to Tiger) After Warren gave us the boot, you took our place in his gang! Now, tell me where that little mousey is. Now!

TIGER: I can’t tell you.

TOMMY: Jasper!

JASPER: At yer service, guv’nor. Right away! (uses his tail to tickle Tiger’s feet)

TIGER: HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAA! Stop it! I’m ticklish! Please! Ha-ha-ha! Fiev! Help me!

TOMMY: (to Jasper) That’s enough! He’s ready to talk.

Looking through the window, Fievel sees everything.

FIEVEL: I got to save my best friend. But how?

Then, Fievel’s face brightens when he sees a crack in the window pane, he sneaks in and runs along the walls without getting seen. He hides on a shelf and witnesses the alley cats.

TOMMY: Okay, Tiger. You think you fool us with your jokes, but it ain’t gonna work! I’m gonna count to ten if you don’t start talking.

Cut to Fievel looking around before he finds a straw and some pebbles

FIEVEL: (quietly) That's it!

TOMMY: Where is the mouse? One…two…three...

Fievel fires the pebble with the peashooter at an old lantern hung from the ceiling. The lantern's glass gets broken, interrupting Tommy and surprising him.

TOMMY: Hey! What's all the ruckus?!

JOE, HARRY & CHARLIE: (in unison) I don't know.

TOMMY: I was going to ask him where the mouse is, and I heard a ruckus! Now, what was it?

(Fievel rolls a billiard ball, black, off the edge of the shelf, and it lands on Tommy's foot)

TOMMY: YEEEOOW-OW-OW-OWOWW!

(Fievel snickers as he watches Tommy hopping on one foot)

JASPER: What happened, guv’nor?

HARRY: Yeah, what happened?

TOMMY: (still hopping) Someone hit me on the tootsie! Ow-ow-ow! It must’ve been that mouse! Find him! Find him!

JOE: (turns to Harry) Go on! Ya heard the boss! Catch that mouse who threw that pool ball!

HARRY: (to Charlie) Catch the mouse who threw that pool ball!

CHARLIE: Yeah, Catch the mouse…Awww, low cat again!

JOE: Go on, you nitwit. You gotta find the perpetrator!

CHARLIE: Yeah? I’ll go find him when I’m ready.

JOE: Are ya ready?

CHARLIE: Why, soitenly I am.

Charlie looks around to find Fievel but no sign of him.

CHARLIE: Oh, mousey! Where are you?!

FIEVEL: (pops out of hiding behind an alarm clock) Here I am!

CHARLIE: Ah-hah! (spots the mouse hiding under a teacup) Okay, mousey. I know you're hiding in there.

(He grabs the tea cup only for Fievel to shoot a pebble from the peashooter, hitting his nose)

CHARLIE: OW-WOW-WOW!

FIEVEL: Got ya! (giggles)

Charlie covers his nose in pain before falling down, crash-landing onto the other alley cats.

CHARLIE: Woob-woob-woob-woob-woob...!

TOMMY: Get off me, you numbskulls! What happened, Charlie? Did you find the mouse?!

CHARLIE: Yeah, I found the mouse!

JOE & HARRY: (in unison) And?

CHARLIE: He’s got a peashooter! (whimpers) I think he’s gone!

TOMMY: That’s it! No more Mr. Nice Kitty! Let’s get that mouse! C’mon, boys!

The alley cats run outside, while Fievel gets down from the shelf. He runs over to Tiger, and as he works to untie his friend’s ropes he hears Tommy’s voice

TOMMY: (from outside) You go look this way, and you look that way!

TIGER: Wow-wee! Thanks for saving me, Fie!

FIEVEL: No problem, Tiger. Come on, let’s get out of here!

TIGER: I’m right behind ya!

SCENE 4B

Too-Tall Tommy and the alley cats go around in circles trying to find Fievel.

TOMMY: Where’d he go now? (to Tiny Timmy) Find anything?

TIMMY: Negatory, boss! Still looking!

JOE: Me too.

HARRY: Me three.

CHARLIE: Make it four!

JOE: Shuddup! (slaps Charlie)

(Charlie rubs his face spastically, stomps rapidly and gives a push-off gesture)

HARRY: Leave him alone!

(Joe slaps Harry in the face)

JOE: Stay outta this, pinhead!

Tiger, dressed in a vest, made out of an old newspaper, and wearing a battered hat, comes behind Joe.

TIGER: (doing a mock gruff voice) Say, you fellers lookin’ for somethin’?

JOE: Yeah, and who are you?

TIGER: My name is Roughhouse Ronnie, the most, uhh…(whispers in his normal voice to Fievel who is hiding inside the battered hat Tiger is wearing) What do I say exactly?

FIEVEL: Roughest, toughest alley cat in New York!

TIGER: Oh, yeah. Roughest, toughest alley cat in…

-Joe grabs Tiger by the shirt collar and talks to him up close-

JOE: Whose voice are you talking to?

TIGER: Voice? Oh, that! It’s my hat.

JOE: Well, let’s see if this hat’s talking.

-As Joe takes the hat off, Fievel hides in the back of Tiger’s shirt collar-

JOE: (recognizing Tiger) What? You lyin’ fleabag! I oughta…

Just then, Tiger starts laughing and starts jumping around, much to Tommy and the alley cats’ surprise. Fievel crawls out from under Tiger’s shirt collar and slides down his back.

FIEVEL: Yaaa-hooo!! (Tiger, enjoying the fun with Fievel, laughs)

HARRY: Hey! He’s got the mouse with him!

TOMMY: Get him!!

SCENE 5A

-Meanwhile, the Mousekewitz family along with Tony and Bridget have made it back to their neighborhood-

TONY: Now, where could Fillie be?

PAPA: I do hope he’s somewhere safe.

TONY: I think we better split up. Mr. M and Tillie, come with me. Bridget, stick with Mrs. M.

Tony walks toward the other end of the alley, Papa and Tanya following him.

Meanwhile, Tommy and the others chase the two friends. Fievel, riding on Tiger’s back, sees a manhole up ahead.

FIEVEL: Watch out, Tiger!

Tiger sees the manhole and jumps over it.

TIGER: Wahooo!

FIEVEL: (giggling)

Tommy and Timmy see the manhole and move out of the way, but Joe, Harry, and Charlie fall into the manhole one by one!

JOE, HARRY & CHARLIE: WHOOOAAAHH!

(SPLASHING)

The cats’ voices echo from the sewer.

CHARLIE: Aw, look at my sweater, Joe! I’m gonna need several baths a day!

HARRY: What are ya talkin’ ‘bout, Charlie? You can't take baths. You’re a cat, and so are we.

CHARLIE: Oh, yes. I forgot about that. Us cats don't like water. Hehe. Right, Joe?

JOE: AHHHH, BE QUIET! (Face slapping sounds and head bonking sounds are heard)

Cut to Fievel and Tiger running in the direction of the mouse neighborhood.

FIEVEL: We're almost home!

Cut to Tommy, Timmy and Jasper still running after them. They turn a corner to see, curled up  asleep in the middle of the alley, a tough-looking gray bulldog in a dark-blue sweater and brown bowler hat.

TOMMY: Yoiks!

The trio slip as they try to stop, but end up tripping over the bullodg’s sleeping bulk, and tumble into a wall. The bulldog awakens, stands up and turns scowling at the three thugs, all tangled.

TOMMY: (gulping) Hiya, Maximus. Long time, no see, eh?

Tommy pulls himself out of the heap and tries to run, but Maximus grabs his scarf, pulling it off his neck and making Tommy spin around. He winds up getting dizzy. Maximus grabs him around his shoulders and holds him up so they are face to face.

MAXIMUS: (growls) Tommy, you little alleycat! That’s the tenth time you’ve disturbed my beauty rest!

TOMMY: (gulps) I’m sorry, Maximus. Please forgive me. I was just...

MAXIMUS: (sarcastically) Hey...it's no problem. I forgive you.

Then, he grabs an empty bucket. Then we cut to Timmy shutting his eyes, while Jasper nervously tip-toes out of frame. Sounds of grunting, punches and crashes are heard. Timmy opens his eyes to see Tommy crammed, bottom-first, into the bucket, looking uncomfortable.

MAXIMUS (off-screen): That’s forgiveness for ya!

As Maximus stomps away, Timmy slowly walks up to Tommy.

TIMMY: Say, boss. You look awful.

TOMMY: Just shut up, Timmy. And get me out of this thing. (GROANS)

Timmy picks up his leader, and carries him away in the direction they came from.

Pan left, to Fievel and Tiger coming out from hiding behind a barrel, both laughing.

TIGER: That was one big adventure we had. Thanks, Fie.

FIEVEL: (giggling) I had fun too, Tiger! Come on! We’ve gotta get home.

Suddenly, Jasper grabs Fievel by his tail, making the young boy mouse shriek.

JASPER: Well, well! Looks like I've caught a mouse for supper.

FIEVEL: (kicking and swinging his fists as Jasper pulls him closer) Let me go, you big bully lizard! I'll tell my papa! Help! Help! You nasty green thing! Put me down!

Jasper flings Fievel over his shoulder and carries him off as the mouse wails and pounds on the lizard’s back.  Meanwhile, Tiger notices that Fievel is no longer behind him.

TIGER: Oh no! Fiev! Where are ya!

Tanya and Papa follow Tony around a corner when they hear Fievel’s screaming cries.

FIEVEL: Help! Help! Somebody help!

TANYA: Fievel!

TONY: (running in the direction of the screams) Hold on, Fillie! I’m coming.

Tony spots Jasper carrying Fievel to a small wooden shed and he runs after them. Inside, Jasper slams the door shut and corners Fievel who stands shaking and tearing up, thinking all is lost.

FIEVEL: sobbing

JASPER: Now I got ya, you little bloke! It’s about time for…

Suddenly, Tony bursts through the door, which hits Jasper.

JASPER: OW!

FIEVEL: Tony!

TONY: Come on, let’s get you home, Fillie!

Fievel follows Tony outside, the door swings back, revealing Jasper who stumbles, all dizzy.

JASPER: Blimey. What a bunch of collywobbles. Doesn’t anyone knock anymore...?

Jasper falls flat.

SCENE 5B

Tony and Fievel head back to the mouse neighborhood. Tiger sees them.

FIEVEL: Thanks for saving me, Tony!

TONY: Aww, shucks. Don’t mention it. (chuckles)

TIGER: Fiev! There you are! I’m glad you’re safe, buddy!

FIEVEL: Thank you, Tiger! I’ve had so much fun with you today!

TANYA: Fievel!

Fievel hears Tanya’s voice and he turns his head to see his family.

FIEVEL: Papa! Mama! Tanya!

Fievel runs toward his family, he lands straight into the arms of his overjoyed father, Yasha, being set down by Mama, giggles cutely.

YASHA: (happily) Fievel!

PAPA: Fievel! I’m so happy to see you.

FIEVEL: Me too, Papa!

-As Papa puts Fievel down, Mama steps up next

MAMA: (kneeling down for a hug) Oh, Fievel, we were so worried about you.

FIEVEL: (hugging around her neck)  I’m all right, Mama.

-Cut to Yasha babbling-

FIEVEL: (laughing) I missed you too, Yasha. (gives her a tight hug)

-Yasha giggles-

FIEVEL: I just have to tell you about my biggest adventure together I had with Tiger. We played hide and seek, then I rode on Tiger before we came face to face with a mean ol' alley cat gang who captured him. But I came to Tiger's rescue, then we both ran those alley cats right out of town! (tries to catch his breath)

-As Fievel finishes his story, we see Bridget moving next to Tony, and they both smile at each other. They walk up to the Mousekewitz family just as Tanya walks up to her brother, who holds out his arms to her-

TANYA: Oh, Fievel, I wish I could have been there with you too.

Fievel and Tanya both giggle, the siblings hug tightly and dance around for a moment as the others look on, smiling. Then they very gently rub their cheeks together, their special way of showing affection.

Papa kneels down to Fievel.

PAPA: My Fievel, I will never leave you behind again.

FIEVEL: giggles Never say never, Papa.

PAPA: chuckling

Fievel then hugs Papa again

The scene fades out.

THE END

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Rice Porridge (that is also for adults)!

PREP TIME: 5 minutes

COOK TIME: 30 minutes

TOTAL TIME: 35 minutes

SERVINGS: 6

Ingredients:

1 cup (220g) sushi, jasmine, or white rice, cooked

1 tablespoon sesame oil OR extra virgin olive oil

1/2 pound lean ground beef

1/2 cup (70g) finely chopped yellow onion

2 teaspoons garlic, minced

1/2 cup (70g) finely chopped zucchini

1/2 cup (70g) finely chopped carrots

1/2 cup (15g) finely chopped kale OR spinach

4 cups water or low-sodium broth of choice

Instructions:

In a large pot add 1 tablespoon sesame oil. Add beef and cook over medium high heat for 2-3 minutes, breaking up large clumps, until no longer pink.

Add onion and garlic and cook for 2-3 minutes.

Add strained rice and cook for 3-4 minutes over medium heat, stirring frequently to prevent it from sticking to the bottom of the pan.

Add the rest of the vegetables and stir for about a minute or so.

Pour 4 cups of water into pot and bring to a boil. Lower heat to medium low and cook, stirring occasionally, for about 15-20 minutes. Be sure to keep scraping the bottom of the pot to prevent rice from sticking.

At this point, you can add more water if thinner consistency is desired.

Optional: Add a drizzle of sesame oil, or season to taste with salt and pepper, or add a splash of soy sauce.

Notes:

Leftover porridge can be stored in an airtight container for up to 5 days. The longer it sits, the thicker it gets. Reheat in the microwave or on the stovetop. Stir in a little water to loosen it up, if necessary.

Can also be frozen for up to 3 months. Thaw in the fridge overnight.

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Diet Plan for a 1-Year-Old Baby: A Complete Baby Food Plan Guide

As your baby reaches 1 year of age, their nutritional needs undergo significant changes. At this stage, they’re ready to explore a variety of foods that support their growth, development, and energy requirements. It's essential to create a balanced baby food plan to ensure proper nutrition while fostering healthy eating habits.

For a structured baby food plan that helps guide you through this exciting phase, here’s a comprehensive guide to get started. For helpful tools and insights, check out this baby food plan that offers personalized tips for parents navigating this stage.

Why Does a Balanced Diet Matter for a 1-Year-Old?

By 12 months, your baby is undergoing rapid physical and mental growth, becoming more active and curious. A balanced diet provides:

Cognitive Growth: Nutrients such as iron, DHA, and omega-3 fatty acids contribute to brain development.

Physical Growth: Proteins, vitamins, and calcium help build muscle and strengthen bones.

Immunity Support: A nutritious diet strengthens the immune system to fight illness.

Healthy Weight Gain: A good mix of carbs, proteins, and fats promotes healthy weight development.

Taste Discovery: Early exposure to different flavors and textures can help prevent picky eating.

Essential Nutrients for a 1-Year-Old Baby

Before diving into the baby food plan, it’s important to understand the key nutrients your baby needs:

Proteins: Essential for growth and tissue repair. (Examples: lentils, eggs, chicken, yogurt, fish, paneer)

Carbohydrates: Provide energy. (Examples: rice, oats, potatoes, fruits, whole grains)

Healthy Fats: Critical for brain development. (Examples: avocado, ghee, nuts powder, fish)

Vitamins & Minerals: Support overall health and immunity. (Examples: colorful vegetables and fruits)

Iron: Vital for brain function. (Examples: beans, egg yolk, spinach, fortified cereals)

Calcium: Important for teeth and bones. (Examples: milk, cheese, yogurt, tofu)

Weekly Sample Diet Plan for a 1-Year-Old Baby

Here’s a simple, structured plan to guide your baby’s meals throughout the week, providing a mix of essential nutrients, variety, and fun textures:

Day 1

Breakfast: Mashed banana with peanut butter.

Mid-Morning Snack: Steamed apple slices or applesauce.

Lunch: Soft rice with mashed lentils (dal) and a little ghee.

Evening Snack: Yogurt with diced mango.

Dinner: Vegetable khichdi (rice, veggies, and turmeric).

Day 2

Breakfast: Scrambled eggs with mashed avocado.

Mid-Morning Snack: A cup of milk.

Lunch: Soft chapati with mashed potato and peas.

Evening Snack: Steamed carrot and cucumber sticks.

Dinner: Paneer cubes in light tomato gravy with rice.

Day 3

Breakfast: Suji upma with finely chopped vegetables.

Mid-Morning Snack: Papaya or watermelon slices.

Lunch: Rice with mild fish curry or mashed chicken.

Evening Snack: Fruit smoothie (milk, banana, strawberries).

Dinner: Soft idli with coconut chutney.

Day 4

Breakfast: Oatmeal with milk and grated apple.

Mid-Morning Snack: Boiled egg yolk or puffed rice.

Lunch: Rice with spinach dal and ghee.

Evening Snack: Yogurt or yogurt with fruit puree.

Dinner: Broken wheat porridge with vegetables.

Day 5

Breakfast: Ragi porridge with cardamom.

Mid-Morning Snack: Mashed boiled sweet potato.

Lunch: Soft chapati with pumpkin or bottle gourd sabzi.

Evening Snack: Moong dal soup.

Dinner: Rice with yogurt and steamed veggies.

Day 6

Breakfast: French toast (whole wheat bread dipped in egg).

Mid-Morning Snack: Pear slices.

Lunch: Rice with mashed beans (rajma) and ghee.

Evening Snack: Cheese cubes with cucumber slices.

Dinner: Vegetable upma or dosa with chutney.

Day 7

Breakfast: Multigrain cereal with milk.

Mid-Morning Snack: Banana or orange slices.

Lunch: Vegetable pulao with mild spices.

Evening Snack: Yogurt with roasted cumin powder.

Dinner: Chapati with mashed lentils and ghee.

Tips for Preparing Your Baby’s Meals

Avoid Processed Foods: Stick to homemade meals when possible.

Limit Salt and Sugar: Babies don’t need extra salt or sugar in their food.

Hydration: Offer water regularly.

Small Portions: Start with small servings to avoid overwhelming your baby.

Introduce New Foods Gradually: Observe for allergies when introducing new foods.

Include Finger Foods: Self-feeding helps improve fine motor skills.

Make Meals Fun: Use colorful veggies or creative food presentations.

Frequently Asked Questions

How much food does a 1-year-old need? A 1-year-old typically needs three meals and 1-2 snacks per day. Portion sizes vary, but aim for a balanced diet.

Can I offer cow’s milk at this age? Yes, after 12 months, cow’s milk can be introduced. Limit intake to 2-3 cups daily.

Should breastfeeding continue? Yes, breastfeeding can complement solids for added nutritional benefits.

Final Thoughts

A well-structured baby food plan ensures your child gets all the essential nutrients needed for growth, development, and immunity. Offer a variety of foods, maintain balance, and promote healthy eating habits during this phase.

For further guidance and personalized suggestions, explore this baby food plan to support your child’s development.

Start today, and every nutritious bite will contribute to a healthier tomorrow!

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Winter Diet Guide for 6-Month-Old Babies

As winter arrives, parents often struggle with deciding what foods are best for their 6-month-old babies. At this stage, babies transition from breastfeeding or formula to solid foods, which is a crucial time for their development. A nutritious winter diet will not only support their growth but also help strengthen their immune system against the cold weather. In this blog post, we’ll provide a detailed food plan for 6-month-old babies during the winter months to ensure they stay healthy and happy.

The Significance of a Proper Diet

At 6 months old, a baby’s digestive system is still maturing, so introducing solids gradually is important. With the added challenge of winter illnesses, a well-planned diet is necessary for:

Proper nutrition to promote growth and development.

Strengthened immunity to combat common winter ailments.

A smooth transition to new food textures and flavors.

Learn more about creating the perfect baby food diet for your baby.

The Role of Breastfeeding or Formula Feeding

Even though you’re introducing solid foods, breastfeeding or formula feeding should remain the primary source of nutrition. Breast milk and formula are packed with vital nutrients, antibodies, and warmth, which protect your baby during the cold weather.

Best Foods for 6-Month-Old Babies During Winter

When planning a baby food diet, focus on foods that are easy to digest, full of nutrients, and provide warmth. Here are some great choices:

1. Warm Porridges

Rice Cereal: Mashed rice cereal is gentle on your baby’s stomach and provides essential carbohydrates.

Ragi (Finger Millet) Porridge: Ragi is high in calcium and iron, making it ideal for keeping your baby warm during winter. You can cook it with water or breast milk for extra nutrition.

2. Vegetable Purees

Start with purees of carrots, sweet potatoes, or pumpkin. These vegetables are full of vitamins and antioxidants that help boost immunity.

Ensure that the vegetables are steamed or boiled, then pureed into a smooth consistency for easy digestion.

3. Winter Fruits

Apples and pears are perfect for winter. Steaming and mashing them into a puree makes them easier for your baby to digest.

Bananas, although available all year, are also a great source of energy. Serve them at room temperature.

4. Lentil Soup

Strained lentil soup is protein-rich, warming, and easy on the stomach. Avoid adding salt or spices during this stage.

5. Ghee

A few drops of ghee can be added to porridges or purees. Ghee is a good source of healthy fats and helps keep your baby warm.

6. Herbs and Spices

A small pinch of nutmeg or cardamom can be added to meals for warmth and flavor. These spices are known for aiding digestion and boosting immunity.

Tips for Preparing Winter Meals

Fresh Ingredients: Always use fresh, seasonal produce.

Cleanliness: Ensure all utensils and ingredients are clean to prevent infections.

Serve Warm: Serve food at a lukewarm temperature to keep your baby comfortable.

Introduce Foods Slowly: Introduce one new food at a time to monitor for allergies.

Sample Winter Meal Plan for a 6-Month-Old Baby

Here’s a sample meal plan to follow:

Morning: Breast milk or formula feeding.

Mid-Morning: Apple or pear puree.

Lunch: Rice cereal or ragi porridge.

Afternoon: Breast milk or formula feeding.

Evening: Vegetable puree (carrot or sweet potato).

Night: Breast milk or formula feeding.

Foods to Avoid in Winter

When planning a baby food diet, be mindful of the following foods:

Citrus Fruits: Acidic fruits like oranges may upset your baby’s stomach.

Honey: Honey can cause botulism in babies under one year.

Raw Foods: Always cook and mash foods for easy digestion.

Cold Foods: Avoid giving food directly from the fridge.

How to Know When Your Baby is Ready for Solids

Before you start solids, make sure your baby shows these signs:

Can sit up with minimal support.

Shows interest in food during mealtime.

Has lost the tongue-thrust reflex (spitting out food).

Monitoring Your Baby’s Health

Watch for any changes in your baby’s response to new foods, such as:

Digestive issues like constipation or diarrhea.

Skin rashes or allergic reactions.

Changes in appetite.

If any of these occur, stop the new food and consult your pediatrician.

More Resources

Planning a baby food diet can seem overwhelming, especially in the winter. For more tips on nutrition and recipes, check out the website for helpful resources. The site offers practical advice to make mealtime easier and more enjoyable.

Final Thoughts

A well-balanced diet is crucial for your baby’s growth, particularly during the colder months. By introducing warm, nutritious foods, you can help your baby stay healthy, grow strong, and make the most of their first winter. With careful planning and attention, you can ensure your 6-month-old enjoys a healthy start. Explore more tips and recipes on babyfooddiet.in to guide you through this exciting stage of your baby’s development.

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What to Feed a Seven-Month-Old Baby: Expert Advice from Dr. Arpitha Ranjan

At Health Hod, we recently received an intriguing question from a mother: "What should I feed my seven-month-old baby?" Dr. Arpitha Ranjan, a leading pediatrician, provides essential tips to ensure your baby receives the best nutrition during this critical growth phase.

Dr. Arpitha Ranjan's Expert Tips

1. Meal Frequency: Offer 2-3 meals per day along with breastfeeding.

2. Food Texture: Start with thick porridge and well-mashed foods. Begin with 2-3 tablespoons and gradually increase the quantity.

3. Variety:

Vegetables: Include a wide range of vegetables, especially green leafy ones.

Healthy Options: Dal Khichdi with vegetables is preferable over plain rice porridge.

Nutrient-Rich Foods: Incorporate sprouted pulses and grains.

Fruits: Give one serving of fruit every day as a healthy snack.

4. Foods to Avoid: Stay away from beverages, fruit juices, biscuits, and commercially available cereal mixes.

For more detailed advice, visit Dr. Arpitha Ranjan's answer to the question “what to feed 7 month old baby” posted on Health Hod . Health Hod is your go-to platform for raising questions about medicine and receiving expert advice from doctors. Join our community and ensure your baby gets the best start in life!

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6 Months Baby Food Chart

We have made an editable and downloadable 6 months baby food chart for Indian babies that helps all the new moms handle their 6 month baby's diet hassle-free.

At six months, your baby need to get all the essential weaning foods at some parts of India mothers use weaning foods for a 5 month baby. That's when life is bound to get a little more complicated for moms because you must start planning your 6 months baby food chart —making a food chart for your 6+ months baby stressing you out?

If you are a new mom, you might be caught up with day-to-day motherhood chores that you haven't had a chance to think about preparations for the next day, let alone next week.

The little bundles of joy in your hands are simple and complicated at the same time. Simple as their needs are mainly food and sleep; complex as their needs are mostly food and sleep!

We at ByGrandma prepare food for 6 month baby. We like to see you happy. Here's an easy option to prepare your baby's personalized nutritional food chart.

Unlike other countries where the food and culture is standard across the entire country. Whereas in India we have a vast group of diverse culture and food habits. There is diversity, even in your 6 months baby's diet chart as well.

For example, a 6 month baby food chart in Kerala will have a different diet chart compared with a 6 month baby food chart in Kolkata . So, at ByGrandma we have made a baby food chart week by week for the complete 30days of the 6th month of your baby.

We're very confident that this is the only 6 month baby food chart that you need when you start weaning your baby at 6 months.

Scroll down to access the food chart in a completely downloadable PDF printable format.

The same goes for a 6 month baby food chart in Tamil Nadu is entirely different from a 6 month baby food chart in Gujarat. You can be from any part of India, but your Baby's daily nutritional requirements remain the same. You can follow any diet pattern according to your region and state but make sure your baby has a well-balanced nutritious diet.

Here is a downloadable of the 6 Month Baby Food Chart!

Best foods for a 6-Month Old Baby?

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What if Your 6 Months Old Baby is Allergic to a Particular Food?

How to feed solids to a 6 Months Baby?

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Best foods for a 6-Month Old Baby?

Please avoid salt and sugar for the baby until the age of one, as it puts unwanted stress on their kidneys.

So, here is the list of healthy food items for a 6-month old baby:

1. Fruits Puree: Fruits can be steamed and mashed or pureed to be given as their first solid food. The popular fruits that are given as baby foods are apple, banana, pear, avocado, chikoo, and peach.

2. Vegetable puree: Vegetables such a sweet potato, potato, carrot, sweet pumpkin, french beans etc. can be steamed and given either as finger food or as a puree.

3. Rice porridge: Rice is a good source of carbohydrates and vitamins for babies. Broken rice can be given as porridge, made in breast milk.

Shop For ByGrandma Baby Foods For 6 Month Old baby.

4. Cereal porridge: It can also be made from a variety of single grain cereals like wheat, millets, barley, oats, etc. in breast milk or formula milk. These cereals can be dried and powdered together or separately, to make a mix for the gruel.

5. Vegetable soup: A variety of vegetables can be boiled in water, and the stock can be used for making soup.

6. Yogurt: Although cow’ milk is not allowed until the age of one for babies,Unsweetened yogurt can be given in moderate amount as an alternative to purees.

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What if Your 6 Months Old Baby is Allergic to a Particular Food?

A baby being allergic to any food may result in the form of vomiting, rashes, pain in the stomach etc. So, if you find there is an allergic reaction, immediately stop the food that you have been giving your baby. And go the best doctor available. Do not compromise on that! You can avoid the allergy-causing food and retry it after few months.

Coming to the topic, what food groups to start with – is a question that crosses every mother’s mind. While there is a wide range of options to choose from, it remains pertinent to remember that not all food ingredients suit all babies.

Every baby is unique and may develop unique tastes. This may also be true amongst 2 babies in the same family. Further, the ability of the baby to effectively digest newly introduced food groups will determine the pace of introduction of food items.

So if we told you there are ready-to-use food chart for 6 months+ babies, with authentic Indian food ingredients that have been developed with the experience of generations of Indian mothers, would you believe us? It’s true!

The ByGrandma 6 Month Baby Food Chart is a magic tool in your hands, allowing you the power to plan a perfect food chart for your precious baby.

How to feed solids to a 6 Months Baby?

Feeding babiescan be a daunting task for mothers. Here are some tips to make your mealtime happy and stress-free.

Always start slowly, with just one or two spoons and proceed to give more if the baby likes the taste of the new food.

Introduce only one new food at a time and wait for the baby to respond to it, before starting another new food.

Follow the 3-day wait rule and note down all the new dishes that the baby takes for troubleshooting when there is an allergic reaction.

Do not give lumps in food or finger foods for babies as small as six months, as it sometimes causes gagging and even choking.

Dedicate a calm and quiet place for feeding every single day to establish a feeding routine.

Avoid distraction feeding.

Prepare and store the baby food in sterilized steel or glass bowls instead of plastic containers.

Give only homemade food for 6 months baby as their digestive system is still immature.

What’s more?

The ByGrandmaBaby Food Chartcan be conveniently downloaded and viewed on a smartphone or mobile device.

The first time you introduce solids, you need to ensure the baby is physically developed to sit upright on a high-seat unassisted and is able to move food to the back of the mouth using up and down jaw movements. As the food is generally in pureed/ porridge form, it is expected to slide safely down the throat. A common method of feeding is using a baby spoon, which is available in different sizes.

WithByGrandma Baby Food Chart, keeping track of your baby’s diet is so easy now!

Make the right choice. The smart choice. Happy feeding!

Read More: Click Here

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Intro – Baby Foods Recipes Tips

Are you stressed thinking what you are going to be able to feed your infant? Do you cringe with tasting jarred baby food and you just give it to your child because you think he or your woman doesn’t know the dimensions of the big difference? Then figure out how to help to make nutritious homemade baby food recipes and you should not only provide him the wholesome benefits but will in addition help you help save a lot of cash.

According to be able to experts, a four month old baby can start food in combination together with breastfeeding. Yet , several say that it truly is safer to start it on the particular 6th month regarding your baby’s grow older. Baby food quality recipes to ideally start are rice porridge, mashed potatoes or bananas, or pureed apple. The recipe includes simple easy-to-digest foods such as cereals, vegatables and fruits.

Meals other than use are really not important during the particular early months of his life. So there is definitely no hurry to be able to start solid food. It is additionally ideal in order to create your newborn food recipes the same as what you would if you were making your pregnancy diet plan in order to save money.

What You Should Not Forget If Making Foods for infants Dishes

Are you stressed thinking what you are going to be able to feed your infant? Do you cringe with tasting jarred baby food and you just give it to your child because you think he or your woman doesn’t know the dimensions of the big difference? Then figure out how to help to make nutritious homemade baby food recipes and you should not only provide him the wholesome benefits but will in addition help you help save a lot of cash.

According to be able to experts, a four month old baby can start food in combination together with breastfeeding. Yet , several say that it truly is safer to start it on the particular 6th month regarding your baby’s grow older. Baby food quality recipes to ideally start are rice porridge, mashed potatoes or bananas, or pureed apple. The recipe includes simple easy-to-digest foods such as cereals, vegatables and fruits.

Meals other than use are really not important during the particular early months of his life. So there is definitely no hurry to be able to start solid food. It is additionally ideal in order to create your newborn food recipes the same as what you would if you were making your pregnancy diet plan in order to save money.

What You Should Not Forget If Making Foods for infants Dishes

Always wash your own hands, clean cooking food utensils thoroughly, get rid of germs on the preparations surface and wash the constituents. cuisinetutor.com is a new must because the one particular who will consume the food plans still has a delicate tummy.

Give your baby a similar homemade baby food intended for 4 days to test for allergies. And so don’t give over 1 type of food at the time. Don’t make solid foods of which can cause desire. Some examples consist of raw vegetables, nuts, popcorn, candies, beef, and grapes.

After feeding, air may cause discomfort to your current baby and may possibly cause reflux or vomiting after feeding. Avoid it by simply carrying him safely against your shoulder joint with your palms firmly supporting his / her head and in those days gently rub his / her back. Another approach to this is simply by positioning him in his stomach on your own hand supporting his / her back. The most secure thing to do before introducing solids to your baby is to go over this with the paediatrician.

Additional Tip: After an ongoing breastfeeding or bottle-feeding to your child for over 1 year, weaning could possibly be required. It is crucial that do it progressively to make that easier for you in addition to baby to cope with typically the changes. Weaning can be achieved by initially updating one to 3 breastfeeding sessions a new day with the bottle of solution milk or a bottle of berries juice if jar feeding (fruit fruit juices should not always be given to infants younger than six months old).

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Updates for 2023... so far

Well 2023 was not supposed to be a good year for me and I can attest to it. I have so much anxiety at the moment, I cant even sleep at night even though Hanna has finally STTN. So mentally and physically I am at a 5, sometimes dropping to a 4. Why am I so anxious? There's a thousand and one things running in my head these days. My job/career (or lack of) is like hovering in the air. I thought I was gonna get retrenched but dodged the bullet in Jan but there's another round now, and other job opportunities are drying up in this market. We sold our place (yay!) but this means a mad scramble for another home (which I am praying will not have bad FS direction) and also a ton of other things to plan like reno, childcare etc. H still haven't mention anything about the period where we will be homeless but I am guessing he is banking on staying with his parents (hurray to my mental health).

Happy to say that both kiddos are growing up well. Hyder is already 5 and somehow during this period he has lost all his baby fats and baby voice. Now he sounds like a mini teenager and acts like one. I had such a hard time during this phase that I signed up for parenting classes but I am too tired to listen to it regularly now. Sigh, I like to think it is at least a step in the right direction and it will make me be able to cope with Hanna when she is at that stage.

Hanna is just more of everything compared to Hyder. Her temper, her voice, but also her sweetness. She can be shrieking one moment but later when she cries mama for me, my heart just melts. She blabbers a lot more words at 18 months and is already running, climbing and kicking ass (no just balls :P) I broke so many of my own rules when it comes to her. With Hyder I was adamant about him sleeping in his own cot but guess who is sleeping in between us now. Hyder was on home cooked porridge and food till he was almost 3 but I have already started giving Hanna outside meals with diluted soup. Motherhood is really a learning journey. As time goes I realised they are all growing up and the phases dont last. There will be a last time for everything and I just want to cherish the times with both of them now.

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Rice is easy to digest and has a smooth texture. Contains apple and beetroot that are loaded with vitamins and minerals. Great source of energy and protein, calcium, and vitamin B. It is gluten-free.

[wintergojo]

in sickness and in health (husband!gojo x gn!reader)

Synopsis: You care for the strongest when he’s sick.

Tags: fluff, slice of life, married couple (reader is referred to as ‘spouse’), mentions of illness, gojo acting like a child, he has the flu and wants reader’s attention 🥺

Word count: 1.8k

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Note: Thank you to everyone who liked and reblogged my last fic!! I’m really happy, ily you all <33 This idea has been floating in my mind for months now, and I finally had the will to write it UwU

1:17 pm and you’re tired and hungry from all the waiting you’ve been doing for gojo to come down. he was already awake when you called for him to eat lunch because the both of you will be going out in a while, considering it's a sunday, but it had been 29 minutes since. you decide to give him one more minute, being the considerate spouse that you are, knowing he’s probably tired from all the stuff he had to deal with within the week starting from gakuganji, itadori, as well as training of the first years and second years.

1:18 pm and you walk inside the room, seeing a six-foot smurf visibly shivering despite being wrapped in a cocoon of blankets (definitely not how he looked like 30 minutes ago). you hurriedly search for the air conditioner’s remote, turning it off. you tiptoe on your way to his side, extremely careful not to wake him up, but fail to see one of the pillows on the floor so you trip on it and fall flat on your face, earning a hoarse snicker from the man in the bed above you. you glare at him, he grins and blows you a kiss.

1:42 pm and you’re sitting on the edge of gojo’s side of the bed, waiting for the beep of the thermometer. you've already spoon-fed him a freshly made okayu—courtesy of him insisting he won’t eat anything and would die with a heart full of grief if you did not feed him—and made him take paracetamol. you’ve also made him wear a surgical mask, i'm not risking getting your virus, you firmly said while putting his mask on him, and he responded with an exaggerated gasp accompanied by a real cough as he dramatically clutched his chest, so mean, honey, do you not want to share my germs anymore?

2:03 pm and you’re back in the room after washing the dishes, only to see gojo in the middle of slowly putting a pair of jeans on. what are you doing? you ask, swiftly moving to stand in front of him and touch his forehead, you’re still hot. though you can’t see his lower face, you know he’s smirking when he responds with a croaky voice, i know i'm hot, babe, it's why you can’t keep your hands off me. he grabs your hand on his forehead, and i'm getting dressed for our date. we’ll be leaving in a while, right? he then leans in, kissing your cheek behind his mask. you firmly shake your head, pushing him back on the bed and tucking him under the sheets. your health is far more important than that, just rest for now. he whines—unsurprisingly—before pouting and dejectedly muttering about how a little flu won’t kill me, you know and that maybe you’re just using his sickness as an excuse to not spend more time with him. you scoff and stick your tongue out at him, finding his sulky nature adorable.

4:33 pm and you feel a warm hand snake around your waist and an equally warm face nuzzle into the crook of your neck. you’re currently standing in the kitchen, preparing your husband’s zosui. the leftover rice porridge you made earlier now sits forgotten on your dinner table because gojo thinks it’s not sweet enough, baby. to which you answered, it’s not supposed to be sweet at all, you manchild. you turn to scold said manchild, but was met with a white blanket floating into the air, no signs of the sorcerer left in the kitchen. you walk around trying to find the sick menace, suddenly feeling a tinge of cursed energy. satoru! you call, entering the living room and seeing your husband snickering while standing behind the couch. you're about to catch him, but he disappears yet again, a playful catch mee~ reverberating throughout the room.

5:05 pm and you’ve already searched through every nook and cranny of the four-walled penthouse you live in. it’s been half an hour since your menace of a husband decided to play hide and seek sorcerer edition with you and frankly speaking, you're getting annoyed (and worried) that he still has this much energy despite having an illness that kills 3,000 people in japan yearly. you've lost count of how many times you've almost caught gojo only for him to teleport, but not without obnoxiously laughing followed by a what's wrong, baby? seems like i'm still a looot stealthier than you~ or a you can't find me with that half-assed will, babe!~ you're barely hanging on your last thread of patience, ready to snap and use your technique to turn his house into shambles.

5:17 pm and you're sitting on the couch in the living room, arms folded and frowning so hard your eyebrows could be mistaken as a unibrow. boo!! you suddenly hear someone say, accompanied by a sudden hand on your shoulders. you jump, but quickly compose yourself so the snow-haired man-child could see that you're not having fun with the little game he's playing. you hear him ask from behind you with a teasing tone why you stopped searching but you don't respond, only huffing and turning your head away. you hear his footsteps, and suddenly he's standing right in front of you with the blanket draped over his shoulders and his forehead glistening with sweat. he's also panting heavily behind his mask, something you didn't hear before, and you can see him slightly shivering despite the air conditioner turned off.

5:19 pm and you quickly stand, panicking, one hand reaching for gojo's forehead to feel his body heat. your worry worsens when you feel him burning up, so you remove the mask off him, finding it funny (and a little heartbreaking) at how he really obeyed your earlier command to never take it off unless you ask him to, even though now he's visibly struggling to breathe. you feel him lean into the touch and close his eyes, releasing a soft exhale upon feeling your skin. you make him lie on the couch, quietly nagging at him while wrapping the sheet on his body. he just looks at you and smiles, gorgeous ocean orbs shooting out love bullets and hands reaching out to stop you from leaving. you tell him you're just gonna get him a new pair of clothes and blankets, as well as some stuff you need to bathe him. he briefly presses his lips to your hand before letting go, closing his eyes to try and even his breathing.

6:48 pm and you're carding your hand through gojo's snowy locks, his head on your lap, chest rising and falling steadily. you've finished wiping his whole body with a lukewarm water and a washcloth, as well as dressing him up with sweatpants and sweater. he's been asleep on the couch for an hour now and you let him, not wanting to have him spend energy on going upstairs to your shared bedroom. his fever still hasn't gone down, so you made sure he's wrapped nicely like a burrito in the new blanket you got (the other has been damp with sweat). your husband is also wearing a mask again, after insisting that he can't have his beloved beloved spouse get sick and suffer like he currently is (you think he's being a tad dramatic, but you'll take it. thinking back that aside from the stress-inducing game he forced you to play earlier, he had been obedient most of the time and took your every word to his heart). the zosui you were cooking earlier just sits on the stove, and as you give your husband a kiss on his forehead, you decide to just heat it up later for dinner.

8:51 pm and you're sitting on your side of the bed while your husband's lying on your lap once again, still wrapped in a blanket and body positioned like a fetus. it's actually really hot with the air conditioner off, and you wonder how gojo caught a flu in the middle of summer. he hasn't woken up since you spoon fed him dinner (again) probably due to the tremendous amount of energy he used to move and teleport himself around the apartment. you're tired too, feeling like you just took care of a flu-laden hyperactive 4-year old. you look at him again, now face free of the mask, and you feel your heart skip a beat on how handsome he still is. you hold his cheek with your right hand, leaning down closer to his face. you were such a big baby today, you himbo, you fondly say, smiling and pecking his nose. but you're my big baby, you giggle softly, pressing a loving kiss on his lips. i love you so much, satoru, you whisper, get well soon, leaning to kiss him once more before lightly biting his bottom lip.

omake

9:06 am and it's already monday. you're in front of your husband's students (the first and second years minus itadori), explaining to them why their teacher can't oversee their training so you're taking his place instead. gojo-sensei has the flu, you say, earning you a confused noise (and some scoff, you think you heard maki’s the loudest). you already had a feeling they won't believe you easily, so you whip your phone up to show them a photo of you holding a peace sign with your husband in the background sleeping with a kool fever slapped on his forehead.

5:26 pm and you’re peppering gojo’s face with kisses, showering him with love after not seeing him for nine hours. your husband just holds a loving smile on his lips, obviously enjoying how you’re spoiling him. he felt and heard your little kisses and get well soon last night when you thought he was asleep, and that had been his fuel all this time to try his best not to die. he's getting worried though, his fever and cold has gone down and he doesn’t feel as fatigued as he was yesterday, but he can see your eyes getting runny and you’ve been kinda sniffing since you got home.

10:34 am the next day and gojo finally tells the first and second years to take a break. they all plop down on the field, and he takes a mental note to strengthen their stamina more. nobara then calls out to him and asks him why you’re not in the campus, a curious look on her face. gojo grins before taking his phone out of his pocket, showing them a selfie he took earlier with his face squished next to yours—who’s sleeping with flushed cheeks and a kool fever on forehead. panda snickers, you guys really can’t keep your hands off each other, huh, earning an ugh from the rest of the students (save for toge who cheerfully says shake!).

Ps. Happy birthday megumi 😚😚

Thank you for reading! 🤍 Feedbacks and reblogs are highly appreciated <33

[earlgreymon]

clean sheets and daisies

enlightenmonth 2022 (@koushirohikari) // [day 1-4] friends/family welcome to enlightenmonth!! let's see if i can finish them all lmao. i LOVE the dynamic between atlurkabuterimon and angewomon in the original adventure, so i think it will be nice to tell a story from tailmon and tentomon's perspective. also i love maid!tentomon. set on the day hikari and koushiro will return from the hospital after giving birth to their first son, also with a hint of kenyako :) I LOVE CRYING WORMMON

When she received the basket that would serve as her bed a few years ago, Tailmon immediately claimed the corner just below the torchère as her territory. According to her careful calculation, the spot was perfect because she could watch whoever came and go through the front door. At the same time, she had the view of all the greens and flowers planted on the balcony, just under the windchime that added to the relaxing vibe. With the apartment facing the east side, she would also be blessed to be woken up every morning by the sunlight that filtered through the balcony door.

This morning, however, it was the soft sound of a machine and a familiar buzz that forced her to open her eyes.

The first thing she caught was Tentomon, wearing his infamous maid apron, thudding the Roomba that got stuck in the corner of the TV cabinet. It was always hard to read his expression with his type of face, but Tailmon could figure that he was currently grumpy after living under the same roof for a couple of years already.

That, and because his knocks were getting louder.

Tailmon winced her eyes. “What are you doing?”

“I think this device is broken!” Tentomon chided. “The advertisement said that it ensures ‘100% cleanliness in your home!’ but look at this! It can’t even clean this corner where the dust hangs out the most!”

Tailmon glanced at the said dent—an obvious right angle where a circle-shaped Roomba would never fit. Perhaps he forgot that not every robot could morph like a Mochimon. She sighed, jumping off her basket and lifting the Roomba away from the corner so the robot could return to a straighter lane.

“Now you can clean it with your broom, and the problem will be solved.”

“But Hikari-han won’t allow me!”

“Hikari isn’t home yet. I’m her partner, so we have an equal voice. Just clean it as you want, Tentomon.”

If his eyes could gleam, they would definitely do so.

“Ookinai, Tailmon!”

Tentomon was gone in a blink of an eye, coming back with a mini broom and a dustpan to sweep the corner. He hummed and even proclaimed how much he missed doing chores as if he didn’t do it secretly every time Hikari went out. After all, Hikari was the one who asked Tentomon not to act like a housemaid—including in the past nine months where she was required to lessen her activities, hence the purchase of the robot vacuum.

Tailmon strolled to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of milk from the fridge when she noticed there was a pot with uncooked rice soaked inside, just beside the sink. She once again eyed the happy bug in suspicion.

“Tentomon,” she called, repeating her question. “What are you doing?”

“Oh,” he mumbled after understanding what Tailmon was referring to. “I am making porridge. Hawkmon said babies can only drink milk, but I reckon that is not enough to help the baby grow healthier. He needs more nutrition!”

“...but that’s the point, right? Babies can only drink milk.”

Tentomon paused.

“If that’s the point, then maybe you shouldn’t drink that milk, Tailmon. We need to save it.”

“But the milk can only be—” Tailmon stopped midway, remembering that Hawkmon only told her about where babies get their milk right after Tentomon flew away. Perhaps the concept of breastfeeding would be too strange, even for an intelligent Digimon like him.

“You know what?” she decided. “Let’s just make the porridge. I think Hikari and Koushiro will be hungry too.”

They ended up working side by side to cook the dish, with Tailmon mincing the ingredients and Tentomon mixing them into the pot while controlling the stovetop. The last thing to do was to wait for the porridge to cook, so they utilised the remaining one hour to have one final check on the master bedroom. Even though it had been left empty for three nights already, Tentomon managed to keep it tidy—Tailmon could even catch a faint smell of laundry. However, the spotlight was not the queen mattress on the centre. It was the wooden cot on the corner, decorated with hanging planets above. Inside, a teddy bear was resting comfortably under the blanket; its head looked so tiny even though the pillow where it rested was smaller compared to the ones that adults use.

Soon, its place would be taken by a baby boy.

“Oh, my. I cannot believe it,” Tentomon mumbled, clenching the cot’s fence with his forearms. “It feels just like yesterday when I saw Koushiro-han analysing the Digital World, and suddenly he’s an adult—” a sniff, “—and now he’s having a child.”

His melodramatic wail echoed across the room. Tailmon remembered another thing Hawkmon said about Wormmon having the change of hormone instead of Miyako. Perhaps the same thing happened to Tentomon. He was a delicate-hearted creature, after all.

But she couldn’t blame him. Even Tailmon felt like time flew way too fast. She still remembered how she watched a little girl with a pink scarf from afar, shifting her intention to kill into something more endearing. They had jumped together from one journey into another, beating monsters and meeting new friends. And now, flashing before Tailmon’s eyes, she witnessed the already-mature Hikari stepping into a new adventure called motherhood.

Tailmon exhaled. She decided to channel her melancholy by running outside to the adjacent park. She found a patch of daisies and picked some before dashing back up. Tailmon then tucked three stalks on the doll’s hand so it would look like the doll was carrying a bouquet.

“This should be a nice welcome to the baby,” she smiled before turning to Tentomon, handing the one remaining stalk. “And this is for you, Tentomon.”

“...for me?”

Tailmon nodded. “Thanks for taking care of the house. I hope we can continue to work together to protect Hikari and Koushiro’s little family.”

Tentomon’s eyes started to get watery again. The weeping returned in a split second, and Tailmon could only pat him on the back in hope to make him feel better. That was when her sharp ears caught the faint steps outside with an indistinct chatter—a signal that widened the upward curve on her mouth.

“They’re here,” Tailmon announced. “Come on, let’s greet them!”

A new chapter was officially begun as they opened the door to reveal a new family member.

[bumblebeeappletree]

In this recipe video, I will introduce how to make the Japanese baby food for 7 to 8 months old baby. This is volume 3 (vol.3) and it's vitamin recipe. I introduce 3 prep meals and make a set meal with using them. I hope this recipe video will help you, especially when you are busy and plan a meal in advance.

🎞 CHAPTER LIST :

00:00 Highlights

00:05 Opening

00:58 Mario & Luigi

01:13 Ingredients

01:19 (Prep meal:1) Vitamin Soup

03:03 (Prep meal:2) Vitamin Veggie Mix

03:22 (Prep meal:3) Meat & Veggie Mix

03:48 (Main dish) Udon with Meat & Veggie Mix

04:17 (Side dish) Veggie soup with Vitamin Veggie Mix

03:35 (Dessert) Yogurt with Kinako

04:45 How to storage leftover prep meals

05:12 Supervisor Sui-chan Tasting

05:30 Comments

05:38 YUCa's Tips

🍳 RECIPE & DIRECTIONS :

https://yjc.tokyo/baby-food-in-japan-...

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1. Baby Food In Japan (5-6 Months) Vol. 1 (Overview) :

https://youtu.be/2VOldgMOoRc

2. Baby Food In Japan (5-6 Months) Vol. 2 | Porridge Recipe :

https://youtu.be/lp425-_G3eM

3. Baby Food In Japan (5-6 Months) Vol. 3 | Protein Recipe :

https://youtu.be/cWUyjuWfVgY

4. Baby Food In Japan (5-6 Months) Vol. 4 | Vitamin Recipe :

https://youtu.be/NdrTcb26u4c

5. Baby Food In Japan (7-8 Months) Vol. 1 (Overview) :

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6. Baby Food In Japan (7-8 Months) Vol. 2 | Protein Recipe :

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[dorindameddler]

some girls are blessed with a dark turn of mind: songs for melanie king (spotify)

1. not a pretty girl - ani difranco // 2. all i really want - alanis morrissette // 3. the body is a blade - japanese breakfast // 4. sword - ian sweet // 5. monsters under the bed - nilufer yanya // 6. situation - margaret glaspy // 7. pop song - porridge radio // 8. dig me out - sleater kinney // 9. orange blossoms - half waif // 10. dark turn of mind - gillian welch // 11. woman here - ada lea // 12. oom sha la la - haley heynderickx // 13. fetch the bolt cutters - fiona apple // 14. like i used to - sharon van etten & angel olsen // 15. let it rain - tracy chapman // 16. hard drive - cassandra jenkins

selection of lyrics under the cut

not a pretty girl

I am not an angry girl/But it seems like I've got everyone fooled/Every time I say something they find hard to hear/They chalk it up to my anger/And never to their own fear/Imagine you're a girl/Just trying to finally come clean/Knowing full well they'd prefer you were dirty/And smiling

all i really want

Do I wear you out?/You must wonder why I'm relentless and all strung out/I'm consumed by the chill of solitary/I'm like Estella/I like to reel it in and then spit it out/I'm frustrated by your apathy

the body is a blade

Try your best to slowly withdraw/From the darkest impulses of your heart/Try your best to feel and receive/Your body is a blade that cuts a path from day to day

sword

My body is a sword/It gets sharper when it gets ignored/My body is a sword/It gets sharper when it gets ignored

monsters under the bed

I stayed up to hear the breathing/Eyes adjusting to the light/But there's monsters underneath my bed/I can't see them but I still feel scared/They all say I'm not okay/Such a shame, never felt so good/They all think I'm someone else/Not myself (not myself)/But the feeling's good

situation

Take your hands off of me/There's nothing wrong with me/I don't like sympathy/Don't you dare pity me/'Cause you don't know my situation/We've had at most one conversation/Don't come out of the blue/And tell me what to do

pop song

Oh, won't you take me home?/I've got nowhere to be/I'm lonely, oh/I'm lonely, oh/And take me back to bed/And shoot me in the head/And don't let all this/And when did all this/And I'm not coming home, no, I'm never coming back/You'll miss me when I'm gone but I'm never coming back/I'm rotten at my core/I'm ugly deep inside

dig me out

Dig me out/Dig me in/Out of this mess/Baby, out my head/What do you want?/What do you know?

orange blossoms

I don't wanna be here/How am I supposed to be healed?/I don't wanna be here/Staring at the wall again/Somebody hold me hostage/Somebody make me think I might be worth something

dark turn of mind

Take me and love me if you want me/Don't ever treat me unkind/'Cause I had that trouble already/And it left me with a dark turn of mind/Now I see the bones in the river/And I feel the wind through the pine/And I hear the shadows a-calling/To a girl with a dark turn of mind

woman here

Oh, it'll take/The time it takes/But it's a Friday night/I wanna get shitfaced/And oh, in the morning, I'll forget this urge/And step out of bed/And stumble into some other trouble/'Cause I can't be a woman here/No, I can't be a woman here

oom sha la la

I'm throwing out the milk/The olives got old/I'm tired of my mind getting heavy with mold/I need to start a garden/I need to start a garden/I need to start a garden/I need to start a garden!

fetch the bolt cutters

I grew up in the shoes they told me I could fill/Shoes that were not made for running up that hill/And I need to run up that hill/I need to run up that hill, I will, I will, I will, I will, I will/Fetch the bolt cutters, I've been in here too long/Fetch the bolt cutters, whatever happens, whatever happens

like i used to

Sleeping in late like I used to/Crossing my fingers like I used to/Waiting inside like I used to/Avoiding big crowds like I used to

let it rain

Let it go/No mother, no father, no home/Forget as all others/Have forgotten/When I'm alone/But give me hope/That help is coming/When I need it most

hard drive

I ran into Perry at Lowell's place/Her gemstone eyes caught my gaze/She said, "Oh, dear, I can see you've had a rough few months/But this year, it's gonna be a good one/I'll count to three and tap your shoulder/We're gonna put your heart back together/So all those little pieces they took from you/They're coming back now/They'll miss 'em too/So close your eyes/I'll count to three/Take a deep breath/Count with me"