I know I come off as abrasive, but I hate hate hate seeing parents overly worry about kids. I watched my uncle do it to my cousin with very very very bad results and want to save you from that awful hurt.
I hear you--I have my own set of parenting peeves, none of which apply to people on this board, but I can go off on lengthy rants about sports parents from hell (because I figure for every Tiger Woods or Ichiro Suzuki who fulfilled his father's expectations and seems happy with his life, there's at least 200 wrecked childhoods and troubled adulthoods) or parents who believe in absolutist gender roles--there's this religious wingnut website that sells toys to teach kids proper gender roles, and if I have another kid and it's a boy I
swear
I'ma buy their All-American Boy crossbow for Annabel and the doll for her brother and send the wingnuts pictures.
I have been using this board as a bit of a venting forum. I don't think I worry as much as it must seem like I am, and I also don't think I'm transferring the stress onto Annabel, unless occasionally pointing out that saying "done!" would be a simpler way of getting us to take her out of her highchair than dramatically ripping off her bib and tossing her utensils and uneaten food to the floor counts.
All my life people have misspelled my name, but since I use a variant spelling it never surprised me. However many people manage to misspell Frances. Whatever. I can't be held accountable for their inability to spell.
Do they spell it like boy-Francis?
Plei, you have a package on the way! I actually mailed it when I said I would.
t world spins off its axis
I made it to the post office with 2 minutes to spare.
t world rights itself and goes on about its business
Em is marrying Owen.
Owen is the boy you want Em to marry, but Leif is the boy she ends up bringing home.
Leif will end up with Kara.
unless occasionally pointing out that saying "done!" would be a simpler way of getting us to take her out of her highchair than dramatically ripping off her bib and tossing her utensils and uneaten food to the floor counts.
But her way is so much more fun. I know I'd like to do that sometimes....
Gud, your son will probably get it all out of his system before he turns 10. It's the quiet ones Em's parents have to worry about.
unless occasionally pointing out that saying "done!" would be a simpler way of getting us to take her out of her highchair than dramatically ripping off her bib and tossing her utensils and uneaten food to the floor counts.
Good luck there. After many months of us encouraging Franny to do the same, we now get messy food displays, squished banana entrails on the floor, thrown utensils, and a follow up, "down please, down please, Mama." We can't win.
Do they spell it like boy-Francis?
Yep. I thought the gendered spellings were well known, but I guess not.
WOO! We have napdom! I repeat, we have napdom!
I was getting a little worried that she wouldn't drop off, and then I'd have a Crankaboo on my hands tonight.
WOO! We have napdom! I repeat, we have napdom!
I hope you didn't just wake her up with your triumphant yelps.
