DayCare Provider thinks that Em took the toy from him first and he's getting his molars. He's a little younger than her 2 years and 3 months, so I'm apt to forgive him a little bit quicker if than if her was like, 3 or 4.
I know, I know. They're little, they're kids, they don't understand "appropriate response".
Unfortunately for this little rugrats, neither do I.
He BIT. My little girl.
I'll get over it. I'm an adult. I'm okay. Breathe, Joe. Breathe.
(I'll wait until he's eighteen then cut the brakes on his car.)
Might I remind you of your daughter dragging Zoe ACROSS THE ROOM by a toy Em was trying to take from her?
Heh. That's my girl.
(I'm a piss-poor role model, aren't I?)
proactively mourns for those that might attempt to date Em in the future
Because of her or because of Joe?
Actually, both, come to that.
Owen only really bit me. He didn't bite other kids, thank goodness but he got me good a few times. I'm just praying Liv's not a biter, either.
As much as I feel for poor Em (the bitee), my heart goes out to the mom of the biter. It's horrifying to be the parent of a biter. Worried who the kid's going to strike, how to stop it and why they do it.
DayCare Provider thinks that Em took the toy from him first and he's getting his molars. He's a little younger than her 2 years and 3 months, so I'm apt to forgive him a little bit quicker if than if her was like, 3 or 4.
I can see it at that age. Pre verbal kids are usually the worst.
I was always horrified at Owen's propensity for toy theft. He was (and still is sometimes) oblivious to the feelings of other kids and will yank a toy out of a tiny hand quicker than spit. Age appropriate, yeah. Still embarrassing when I have to pry the toy out of his hands, give it back to the other kid and explain to my screaming kid that that just isn't done.
We would not be having these issues if you had just gotten me a freaking camel.
She was total destructo girl while we were at home yesterday. Ripped the cover off the thermostat and pulled the spring-thingy out. Broke my book light by pulling it apart. Destroyed a fabric lei that my sister had given me. Moved her bed into the middle of the room. Tore apart my Parenting magazine. Got yogurt all over EVERYTHING. She wouldn't eat anything unless I was eating it and then she didn't want her own bowl. She wouldn't go potty and screamed when I tried to coax, beg, bribe her to go.
Don't ever get her and Oz together. Oh, and you know what Beau's first friend's name is? Emeline.
I like my job and all, but I was thinking of looking for something else. I seem to be getting more job duties, but not actually going anywhere. Yesterday I was thinking it would be cool if I could just research solutions to problems our clients come to us with but that we aren't really equipped to handle. Of course, I'll still have to do that; it'll just be added to my other duties.
proactively mourns for those that might attempt to date Em in the future
I found a riff on that very topic in BRQG from when she was born.
