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Natter 34: Freak With No Name  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


erikaj - Apr 20, 2005 8:32:01 am PDT #7395 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

I'm not sure I remember much before five or so. Or maybe I'm more sure those are mine. Or maybe that's my brain's way of protecting me from Doctor and Therapist Trauma.


Cashmere - Apr 20, 2005 8:33:21 am PDT #7396 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

Crate training is the best thing to assist in house training a dog EVER. I'm glad we did it--saved us our apartment security deposit.


tommyrot - Apr 20, 2005 8:34:16 am PDT #7397 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

I remember when my sister was born (I was 3 1/2). After a few days I noticed that I was getting a lot less attention from my parents and my older brother. I wasn't mad, as I understood why that had to be so. But I was sad, as I realized that I would never get so much attention ever again.


-t - Apr 20, 2005 8:34:19 am PDT #7398 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

I can't correlate memories with my age for when I was in my teens and twenties (typically I have to figure out where I was living when such-and-such happened, or some other background detail, to get even a range for when it must have occurred), much less for under 5. I do remember an incident from before I was in pre-school, so that must have been [2nd grade=76 so kindergarten would have been '74 minus two years of pre school] right around three, because my sister was with us and she was born right before I turned three. But no, she was walking, so it must have been later.

Never mind. I have a bunch of memories, but I can't tell when they fit in a timeline of my life.


Steph L. - Apr 20, 2005 8:35:34 am PDT #7399 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

Crate training is the best thing to assist in house training a dog EVER. I'm glad we did it--saved us our apartment security deposit.

This statement, juxtaposed with the potty-training discussion, is highly amusing.


Cashmere - Apr 20, 2005 8:38:33 am PDT #7400 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

This statement, juxtaposed with the potty-training discussion, is highly amusing.

I will admit I've pondered crate training for O.


Burrell - Apr 20, 2005 8:40:11 am PDT #7401 of 10001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

But your daughter is just about 20-21 months, right?

Yep.

I know my nephew was easier to potty train than my niece, but I don't recall what age he was at the time. My sister assumed it was because of the cloth diapers, I dunno.

Anyhoo, I needs me a wee lie down before I start doing my work. So... naptime!


Calli - Apr 20, 2005 8:40:17 am PDT #7402 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

If crates were an option for kids, I'd reconsider my child-free stance. Oh, and they'd have to have that whole in-vitro-until-birth technology worked out, too.


§ ita § - Apr 20, 2005 8:40:19 am PDT #7403 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

(typically I have to figure out where I was living when such-and-such happened, or some other background detail, to get even a range for when it must have occurred)

That's exactly how I do it, but we started moving really early, so it makes it easy.

I remember when my sister was born (I was 3 1/2)

I remember pre-sister (mine, not yours) because I'd heard this cool new name I wanted to use on a doll, and my parents said "No, you can't have it, it's for the new baby."

Perhaps not the best tone to set. Everyone agrees I got my own back.


-t - Apr 20, 2005 8:40:50 am PDT #7404 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Oh, hey, I do remember my sister being born. At least, I remember being at my Grandmother's house and jumping up and down on the couch and singing "Happy Birthday" into the phone.

We tried to crate train outr dog and the poor thing was so terrified of the crate that he would piss all over himself. That lasted about two days before we decided to just put down newspapers and let him outside frequently - I was in school, he rarely had to be alone for more thanan hour or two at a time. Never had an accident. Still hates the crate. If he can see it folded up in a corner of a room, he won't go in that room.