Of course, the infant/child mortality rate was a lot higher then.

That's the thing. You'd have eight kids and hope three of them survived.

I need better odds than that!

My mother used a leash.

So did mine, and boy did she get looks with a leash on my sister, who wore braces. That girl could dart into traffic faster than a squirrel. I read somewhere that leashes are much safer than just holding a child's hand and that holding onto to the hand of a child can actually dislocate the child's shoulder.

David, totally random but I just noticed your tag. The Ref is one of my all time favorite holiday movies. Just saw it last week!

Last night, my galgroup had a discussion about how to keep kids safe...they all have sprouts-I do not...there ended up being a major debate over whether or not to offer sympathy when a bump or fall occurs. One side says, of course, you should acknowledge the pain. The other side posits that reacting as if it were no big deal meant the child would ultimately learn to take things in stride.

I wonder if one strategy works more effectively than the other in terms of teaching a child life-navigation skills.

I got run over by a car when I was 8 months old! I was an early walker, and my neighbors had a gravel driveway. Apparently I was sitting with my back to the bumper, in between the tires. Had a grease stripe down my back and got a stress fracture to my leg. While my mother claimed I was a monkey, I THINK that's the worst I ever was.

I once found my brother hiding in the lawn mower grass catching bag when the whole family got roped into looking for him. I left him there. At least I told my mom though.

Those are all very scary stories. Are all the buffista parents trying to convince the rest of us not to procreate. I worry enough about the nephews; I can't imagine how nervous I would be with my own kids. David never got into much trouble, other than his tendency to want to jump off the back of the couch, but Jimmy is great at causing trouble and has been long before he could even wallk.

One side says, of course, you should acknowledge the pain. The other side posits that reacting as if it were no big deal meant the child would ultimately learn to take things in stride.

I don't think it has to be that binary -- you can acknowledge that a scraped knee hurts without treating it like a Major Trauma.

David, totally random but I just noticed your tag. The Ref is one of my all time favorite holiday movies. Just saw it last week!

We were reveling in the bitterness last week. Ahhh, Judy Davis, how I love thee. How many other actresses could go toe-to-toe with both Denis Leary and Kevin Spacey in a snarkfest?

The other side posits that reacting as if it were no big deal meant the child would ultimately learn to take things in stride.

I'm a no big deal, rub dirt on it Dad, as Cindy noted some time back. Though as a rule of thumb, it's important to include the first step of Validating the Boo Boo. "Oh! That really hurts. I know. Let's look at that. Mmmmhmmm. Let's put a band-aid on that and go read Not the Hippopotamus, okay?"

xpost with Jessica

I read somewhere that leashes are much safer than just holding a child's hand and that holding onto to the hand of a child can actually dislocate the child's shoulder.

Isn't that the thing called Nursery Elbow or somesuch? You could easily dislocate a kid's shoulder with a hard yank.

ION, Amish Market now carries Fat Witch brownies. Score!

(I realize the above sentence probably makes no sense unless you live/work within a few blocks of my office, but trust me when I say that it is Very Good News.)

I took the car out of park when I was about 2, causing my mother to have to sprint and throw herself into a moving car on a steep hill.