The Weaning of Baby Rock Part II

We are still working on getting Rock off of his mommy's mammary apparatuses and onto the bottle. We weren't quite sure that he was completely ready to be weaned, but then the other day he climbed up onto DeAndra's lap, pulled her shirt down and helped himself to a quick snack. Yeah, if he can do that then he's to old to nurse. He seems to like his new bottle.



What he likes best about the new bottle is that it complements his meals better than just milk. He really likes the bottle with french fried potatoes.

CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!!!

"Where did Mommy go? I could have sworn that she was here a second ago."

"Whoa, how did she just appear like that?"

"Is there some sort of magic button back here?"

"Oh, I get it, it's a magic bucket!!"

So, the other day I was trying to buy Rock's love right before I went to school. Good news is that it worked. Bad news is that I didn't earn any love credits from DeAndra.




Rock and Rufus are still scheming and planning every chance they get. Their latest scheme was trying to reach Mommy's Forbidden Secret Shelf of Mystery. Thanks to Rock's lengthy reach and Rufus' powerful femmie purple wings they were able to achieve their goal.


DeAndra recently wondered what it would feel like to put on 257 lbs, so she dedicated herself to a diet of ice cream, fried foods and Crisco lollipops. Rock seemed to think that his mommy's new look seemed fun, but didn't seem too disappointed when she quickly lost all the weight.