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I don't think it's a a secret that I love Jamie Newton. Just...IDK, he's one of my favorite sitting charges. I had never actually watched this episode until last night and AUGH HAVE I SAID HOW MUCH I LOVE THE TV SHOW JUST I DON'T EVEN.

DAWN: They're tadpoles.
JAMIE: They're what?
DAWN: Tadpoles. Baby frogs. One day they'll be the big fat fellows you see sitting on the lily pads.
JAMIE: When I grow up, I'm gonna be a chef.
DAWN: Yeah? I bet I know what you're gonna cook.
BOTH: Peanut butter and honey sandwiches!
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From Stacey and the Mystery of Stoneybrook:

We tried to call Mallory, since she loves mysteries, too, but Mrs. Pike said that Mal had taken Margo and Claire (two of her little sisters) on a special Teddy Bears' Picnic. Mal's such a terrific big sister. I remembered now that she'd been planning this for awhile. She was going to make little sandwiches and "tea", and help the girls dress up their teddy bears in special outfits. It sounded like fun. I asked Mrs. Pike to tell Mallory to call me back when she got home.


AWWW, MAL!! ♥
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“Pass the milk, please,” said my older sister Janine.

“Why? Is it failing?” I asked. I cracked up.

My mother shook her head. My father made a face. Janine just looked at me.

“It’s a pun,” I explained.

“We know,” said my mother. She smiled a little bit.

“As a humorous application of a word designed to play on two of its meanings, it was somewhat funny,” said Janine. “Now, may I please have the milk?”

WIN ♥
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Crash! A huge clap of thunder sounded, and Charlotte raced to Stacey’s side. “I hate thunder,” she confessed.

“You, too?” asked Stacey. “You know what I used to do during a thunderstorm?”

“What?”

“Hide in the linen closet. It was the smallest closet in our apartment in New York City. I’d run in, slide under the bottom shelf, and close the door after me, pulling it from the bottom. Sometimes I’d take my Raggedy Andy with me.”


The image of little Stacey hiding in a closet with a Raggedy Andy just makes me go awwww.



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For as many times as we're told that Kirsty and Mary Anne are BFF's, we only occasionally get to see their closeness in action. But one of my favorites is when Mary Anne is waking up at Kristy's house after the fire:


BFF Sweetness under the cut. . . )

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Stacey said that she and David Michael sat right down at the kitchen table to have a snack. I hadn’t been gone for more than five minutes when Sam showed up. He seemed to be angry about something. He was slamming his fist into a baseball glove. But he stopped short when he saw Stacey sitting in the kitchen. According to Sam, Stacey was a foxy chick. According to Stacey, Sam was a gorgeous hunk. When I heard that later, I thought about what they looked like, and tried to figure out what they saw in each other. (I have absolutely no interest in boys, of course. Still, I realized that that kind of information might be useful some day.)

I remembered that Stacey was wearing a matching top and skirt made of gray sweat shirt material with big yellow number tens all over it. Her hair was pinned back with clips shaped like rainbows. Little silver whistles were dangling from her ears. It was all very cool, but it seemed kind of young-looking. And she was drinking a glass of milk.

I thought about Sam. Now, he is pretty good-looking, with dark curly hair and sparkly blue eyes and a few freckles, but he was wearing jeans so ratty he’d once promised Mom he’d throw them away (but then hadn’t been able to go through with it), and a T-shirt that said: I KNOW YOU ARE, BUT WHAT AM I? To top it off, he was mad.

So where did the foxy chick and the gorgeous hunk come from? Was it the perm? The freckles?

I couldn’t figure it out.


...and thus, an OTP is born ♥

(Plus, Kristy's reaction to these two never fails to crack me up, LOL!)
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After the toast, Dad carved the turkey and we each put in our requests.

"I'd like white meat, please," I said.

"I want half-dark and half-white," Nicky said. "And a drumstick."

Dad chuckled. "Why don't you start with the drumstick, and then we'll see about seconds."

Mom removed the lids from the bowls holding the potatoes and peas and onions, and steam filled the air. After a flurry of plate passing, and of requesting butter and the gravy boat, and more bread, the room suddenly fell almost silent. The only sound was the munching of ten very contented people.
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My father laughed. "No," he said. "And Elizabeth Grace is eight pounds, two ounces, which is a very respectable weight for a girl or a boy."

"Elizabeth Grace!" Jeff cried. He threw the "name your baby" book down on Carol's bed and pouted. "You went ahead and named her without me!"

"I'm sorry, Jeff," Dad said. "But it just came to us. We were looking at her and I said, 'Let's call her Elizabeth'."

"And I was thinking what a grace it was that she is finally here," Carol said. "That she is my special Grace. We put them together and came up with Elizabeth Grace."

"You can give her a nickname," Dad told Jeff.

"Like Liz, maybe," Carol suggested. "Or Lizzy."

Jeff thought for a few seconds. "I'm going to call her Gracie," he announced. "That's my name for her."

"Gracie," Carol and Dad said in unison.

My dad looked at me and I nodded. I thought Gracie was the perfect nickname for Elizabeth Grace.

(Jeff is just so sweet in this-I love how disappointed he was that they named the baby without him, and I loved how he chose her nickname, and I love the scene that was already posted with the Michael Jordan poster.)  

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[livejournal.com profile] of_dreamdust pointed this scene out to me about a year ago on IM, and it is still amazing. I was rereading this book the other day and thought it needed to be posted here!

When that topic had been exhausted, [Patrick] turned to Charlie, who’d been almost entirely silent, and said, “So, Chuck. Tell me what’s been going on. Bring me up to speed.”

Charlie gave Patrick a level look. “No one calls me Chuck, for one thing,” he said. “I’m going to college next year. I was in fifth grade when you walked out. In spite of everything, Mom’s been great, and Watson is going to help pay for my college education.”

Whoa. Sam’s eyes widened and I let out a little gasp.

Patrick said, “I don’t think I like your tone.”

Charlie just looked at him.

Sam jumped up, grabbed the Frisbee, and said, “You’re it,” to me. He winged it in my direction. I jumped up too, and we took off down the beach.

When we came back, Charlie’s figure was just a speck on the shoreline and Patrick was leaning back on his elbows, his dark glasses on, his face turned to the sun.


TELL HIM, CHARLIE. <3

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Stacey's in hospital with her diabetes and sophistication, and she gets a visit from Laine. (Boo, Laine.)
But Laine brings her this message, which is ADORABLE:

“And last,” began Laine, “I talked with the members of the BSC. I called Claudia this morning, and it turned out that your friends were holding an emergency club meeting. I have messages from everybody. Mal says she’s thinking about you. Mary Anne and Dawn say they miss you. Kristy says to get back on your feet because Dawn isn’t all that good at handling the money in the treasury. Jessi promises to write to you so you’ll be sure to get mail in the hospital. And Claud says she’s getting your homework assignments – and that she misses you an awful lot.”


LOL AT KRISTY'S PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE SNARK AT DAWN.
♥ to this though, naww. BSC BFFs.



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“Well, it all started last night,” I began. I told them how Mom had had to call nearly everyone in Stoneybrook, looking for a babysitter, and how long it had taken, and how bad David Michael had felt. “So I thought we could sort of join together. We all baby-sit anyway. We could advertise ourselves and get more customers. We should meet a few times each week and tell our customers what those times are. Then they can make one call and reach a whole bunch of us at once. And if, like, Mrs. Pike wants two sitters, she’ll only have to make one call.” I explained everything else I had thought of, and wound up with, “Okay, here are two things to think about: One, where should we hold our meetings; and two, who else could we ask to join the club?”

“I can answer both questions,” said Claudia. “We should hold the meetings here, because I have a phone in my room.”

“Oh, terrific!” I exclaimed. (I’d been hoping Claudia would suggest that.)

“And I know someone who might want to join the club.”

“Who?” Mary Anne and I asked.

“She’s new. She just moved to Stoneybrook. She lives right over on Fawcett Avenue, and she’s in my class. Her name is Stacey McGill.”

“Well, okay …” I said slowly. “Of course, we’ll have to meet her.”

“Oh, sure. You’ll really like her. She’s from New York City,” Claudia added.

I was impressed. I could tell Mary Anne was, too. She opened her eyes wide. “I wonder why her family wanted to leave there to come here,” she said.

Claudia shrugged. “Don’t know. But I’m glad they did. Stacey’s really cool.”

Mary Anne and I glanced at each other, not sure that this was a good sign.

“What’s everyone doing tomorrow afternoon?” asked Claudia. “Can we meet then?”

“If it’s at five-thirty again,” said Mary Anne. “I have to baby-sit before then.”

We agreed to meet late the next afternoon. And that was how the Baby-sitters Club officially began.



Oh, Baby-sitters Club. ♥ I love you so much.



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I've released the tags! Go nuts. Squee your hearts out.



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Why Jeff is the bestest brother. Seriously. The BEST

Carol looked at Dad and me, then burst out laughing, and whispered, "You have to go to the baby's room. Jeff just hung her a present on the wall."

Jeff yelled from down the hall, "I hear you laughing, Carol. It's not funny! It's not a funny present."

[...]

"It's an excellent poster," Jeff wailed. "I saved my money for it. I sent away for it and I didn't tell anybody because I wanted it to be a surprise for my baby brother." He gave my father an angry look. "Dad, you said I could treat a sister just the way I'd treat a brother. That she'd play ball with me and everything. So I'm giving her the poster even though she's not a brother." He finished his speech by mumbling, "But I don't think she'd ever going to be big enough to do anything."

I love my brother. he's an original.

[...]

Carol held Gracie out to Jeff. He took her very carefully, held her in the crook of his arm, and faced her toward the poster.

"Gracie, that's Michael Jordan," he said. "He's our hero."
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So there's this huge passage in this book that describes Sharon and Richard's prom photo ♥

But my absolute favourite part...

It's not the fact that Dawn finds the prom photo in a box labelled SPORTS EQUIPMENT, or that in the photo Sharon is wearing the rose that Dawn and Mary Anne found pressed between the pages of the yearbook, or that Dawn and Mary Anne immediately set to work on Dawn and Mary Anne's Super-Sitter Match-Making Service...

It's the one little line with Richard Spier ever-so-slightly losing control.


With my father, you can’t just jump into things. I didn’t say a word about Dawn’s mother until dinner had been made and we were sitting at the table eating.

I asked how his day was.

He asked how mine was.

I asked how his cases were going.

He asked how school and the Baby-sitters Club were going.

Then I said, “Dad? Did you ever know someone named Sharon Porter?”

Dad choked on a mouthful of carrots and had to drink some water before he could answer.


LOL RICHARD ♥



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There are so many amazing Pike family moments in this book, but here is one of my favorites...

The Pikes' version of 'The Twelve Days of Christmas' )

I have always wondered who said what! Of course it's obvious that day 6 was Claire, and it's canon that day 12 was Nicky, but the others could really go either way. I'm guessing that "7 bologna-and-peanut-butter sandwiches" was supposed to be "salami-and-peanut-butter sandwiches" (since that comes up in several books), so that was probably Jordan. I think "four crawling nerds" could have been Mallory and "three stooges" was probably one of the triplets. Maybe "ten bags of Snickers" was Byron? As far as "some garbage in a bare tree".... maybe they were all arguing over who got to start the song, so Dee started the carol?

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A lot of things annoy me about ghostie-written!Dawn, but her relationship with her brother does not. These two are adorable, and there's so many moments between them in #77 that make me so happy. This particular one is the best. 

  I was sick of normal people.  Dad deserved someone better than that.  Someone like Carol.


  I looked at Jeff.  He looked at me.  I knew we were thinking the same thing.


  “We’ve got to get Carol and Dad back together,” I said aloud.


   Jeff put up his hand, and we gave each other the high-five.


I CANNOT HANDLE HOW CUTE THIS IS.