Post by spellingbea on Mar 31, 2015 11:21:54 GMT -5
Character clothes--she's so excited to wear Peppa Pig and Doc McStuffins, though.
That's the only one I can think of right away. I had stages of smugness, though. Oh, my two month old sleeps through the night; those poor parents with sleep challenged babies. Oh, my one year old will eat anything; those poor parents with picky children. Fuck you, karma.
And when we were waiting for 45 minutes yesterday in pre-op with a bored, hungry toddler, I was really wishing we hadn't been so strict about the no tv thing. OMG kid doesn't know how to watch Mickey.
My kid is too tiny to really see how I fail at these but:
Co-sleeping (I see this as entirely likely to go at least partially out the window. )
Not destroying/disrespecting other people's property. Not in our house but at friend's houses--this is more that DH and I need to keep him from that.
That he will eat semi healthy stuff--basically not be my neice who is 7 and is given fruit and marshmallows for dinner. Not okay. I was a very picky eater as a child, but by that age I had to choose from what was on the table (my mom would only accommodate my dislike of dairy--eg not put cheese on my enchilada or a corner of the casserole). My other nieces and nephew will eat a variety of normal stuff so you just set out size fruit, cheese, peas, they'll be happy.
I thought going places would be easier with a tiny baby, but he is not an awesome sleeper and EPing complicates this in several ways.
Post by trafficgirl on Mar 31, 2015 11:56:31 GMT -5
My big ones are:
- Yelling (I hate that I sometimes do this) - Cosleeping (not anymore, but we did for a while) - Watch TV before 2 (I need any distraction to get ready in the mornings)
Post by Queen Mamadala on Mar 31, 2015 12:00:45 GMT -5
Let my pre-teen have a smart phone. It's all my eldest talked about a couple years ago, that so many of her friends had iPhones and iPads and such... in second grade. Yeah, no.
Then their dad got them a regular old-time-y cell phone last spring that started having problems a couple months ago and DH gave them his old smart phone. And they have a tablet that they share, and it ain't no iPad.
I got my first archaic-looking cell phone at 17. Heck, I wanted a pager at 15, because it was so cool, but nope. So the thought of my grade school aged kids having a smart phone seemed odd. But now they have one.
Be addicted to electronics. We limit them, but they do crave plugged-in time.
This was my big one. We actually managed no screen time for two years. And she got a kindle fire for a long plane ride at 2.5 years. This was her first tablet experience. Up until that point, we'd had to pack a freaking art center and home library with us where ever we went. Now she has art and books in one small device. I know people assume she's watching a movie (and she sometimes does) but other times she actually very actively engaged!
Poor dd2 is out of luck. We try to turn her away from the screen, but totally need it to babysit dd1 whenever we need to get ready to leave the house (so, every morning).
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
When I was pregnant, I think co-sleeping was the only thing I would have vowed in blood I'd never do. Ha ha haaaaaaa ha! She's been sleeping in our bed at least three nights a week, for a large portion of the night, since she turned a year old.
ETA: Oh, we were also going to get rid of the pacifier around six months, no matter what. I still wish we would have, but I don't know if any of us would have survived the teething storm that descended from months nine to fourteen.
Same here. Now, she sleeps on me every night, and I'd dance a jig if I could get her to sleep in the co-sleeper thingie I got so that we could.All.Sleep.In.A.Bed.
Well, time will tell, obviously, but so far my list is pretty short.
-Let him run around unattended in restaurants and stores -Wear clothes with cutesy sayings and stupid characters (For the record, I only expect to be able to control this for so long.) -Breastfeed longer than 12 months. This has nothing to do with judgment and is entirely about me already wanting my body to belong only to me. Please don't crush my dreams.
Post by shostakovich on Mar 31, 2015 15:52:29 GMT -5
We're not even TTC yet, and my H is already like, "NO DISNEY EVARRRR." I just sort of pat his head when he talks like that, because ML has taught me to know better.
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
My exH's grandmother once told me there would be days I would genuinely dislike them as human beings. I thought that was the most terrible thing I had ever heard.
My mom told me this shortly after K was born. I was incredulous that I would ever feel this way about my pwecious baby girl.
Then she turned 2. I understood, and I understood well.
My exH's grandmother once told me there would be days I would genuinely dislike them as human beings. I thought that was the most terrible thing I had ever heard.
My mom told me this shortly after K was born. I was incredulous that I would ever feel this way about my pwecious baby girl.
Then she turned 2. I understood, and I understood well.
Have you been introduced to the concept of a threenager? I ask because I care.
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
Co-sleeping was something I swore I would never do. ever. H and I used to talk about how dumb our friends were for letting their kid sleep with them. hahaha. now I have a two year old and a 4 month old in bed with me.
Basically, everything I said I would never do, I do. It's parenting karma.
Ohhmm(bligo) Thank the lord baby jesus yes, and we're now into four. THANK GOD.
Three was probably the worst year of my entire life. I wasn't sure if both she and I would survive three. Two, however, was the first time I understood the meaning of "You'll always love your kids, but you may not always like them."