Lately whenever we make tator tots, i have making a special Sauce. Mixing Mayo with ketchup. It is so delicious. At first my H was all "wtf are you doing." Now, he does it too!
We're probably not buying anything big for them for Christmas. That's what grandparents are for!
For the love of God, demand toys WITH volume control.
I have straight up announced that toys that make noise will be returned. (It came up in a conversation, when I was basically having a panic attack because of a noise-making jumperoo.)
Post by erniebufflo on Nov 15, 2012 14:05:09 GMT -5
More of a FFFC: I just said to Etta, "Could you please stop sucking today?" It's been a shitty, fussy morning, folks. And then I finally snuck away to get myself some pesto noodles and DROPPED THEM ON THE FLOOR. I scooped them up and am eating them anyway, dammit. I'm starving.
Post by erniebufflo on Nov 15, 2012 14:13:13 GMT -5
Connected to the convo about childcare not being a woman's job:
Even though I semi-SAHM, the girls and all of the house are not solely my job. I keep the kids alive during the hours that he's working. I generally keep us fed. Other than that, when he gets home from work, neither of us are "off." It just means we're both "on." If laundry needs folding, dishes need loading, or whatever, and we're both home, we are doing it together or one of us is dealing with the babies while the other does it. We both have day jobs, mine just happens to be the kiddos. When he's off, we're both responsible for them. It would be unfair for me to "work" longer hours than he does!
JFH I agree. It isn't ok for men to not know jack shit about caring for a baby. My husband had never changed a diaper before so diapers were all him all the time. My husband researched all the baby gear and picked it out because he wanted to know what was safe and how she was supposed to ride in it. Babies aren't a "woman's job"
Post by rainbowchip on Nov 15, 2012 14:34:42 GMT -5
Though I agree that it isn't necessarily the woman's job to know all the baby stuff, I think pc brings up a good point. Between me and dh, I am the one to research stuff while he just wings it so that is how we approach parenting.
Also, mayo on grilled cheese! Tamb, you are amazing!
P.s. my phone wanted to change tamb to Rambo. Hehe.
Connected to the convo about childcare not being a woman's job:
Even though I semi-SAHM, the girls and all of the house are not solely my job. I keep the kids alive during the hours that he's working. I generally keep us fed. Other than that, when he gets home from work, neither of us are "off." It just means we're both "on." If laundry needs folding, dishes need loading, or whatever, and we're both home, we are doing it together or one of us is dealing with the babies while the other does it. We both have day jobs, mine just happens to be the kiddos. When he's off, we're both responsible for them. It would be unfair for me to "work" longer hours than he does!
Same here. I'm still the "director" of all things baby and house-related though, which strains my patience on the best of days. He's more than willing and able, but is like a deer in headlights without specific direction. It's annoying that he lacks the intuition to figure it out on his own, but it is what it is. I'm just grateful that he sees parenting and housework as equally his "job".
Post by christidee on Nov 15, 2012 14:50:39 GMT -5
Mayo is enh
I love the blue box and velveeta, but I try to not have it that much. I also love homemade Mac and cheese, but homemade Mac and cheese with condensed milk is nasty.
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We are getting J new socks and maybe one small toy for Christmas. However, he would be just as pleased if I gave him my spatula or an empty pretzel bag.
Post by creamsiclechica on Nov 15, 2012 15:06:23 GMT -5
I thought of another one: I call spaghetti "sauce" something else. I call it "gravy." I would get slaughtered in my Italian house for making or eating "sauce." I make my own a lot and freeze it in batches, but sometimes a use a jar because it's easier.
I thought of another one: I call spaghetti "sauce" something else. I call it "gravy." I would get slaughtered in my Italian house for making or eating "sauce." I make my own a lot and freeze it in batches, but sometimes a use a jar because it's easier.
DH Got looks like this 8-D :-| when he attempted to cut.....yes. cut his spaghetti at my Italian Grandma's house when we first started dating. Poor guy did not know the twirl with the spoon trick yet. lol.
Post by lauranicole91 on Nov 15, 2012 15:08:38 GMT -5
I don't mind noisy toys. I can actually say I enjoy them. They keep her occupied longer and I sing along the songs or tunes to her. All you STMs can laugh and tell me "just you wait" all day long but I'm 8 months in and I'm seriously not even phased.
I thought of another one: I call spaghetti "sauce" something else. I call it "gravy." I would get slaughtered in my Italian house for making or eating "sauce." I make my own a lot and freeze it in batches, but sometimes a use a jar because it's easier.
DH Got looks like this when he attempted to cut.....yes. cut his spaghetti at my Italian Grandma's house when we first started dating. Poor guy did not know the twirl with the spoon trick yet. lol.
OMG yes. No cutting. TWIRL, MOTHER FUCKER, TWIRL!!!! lol
DH Got looks like this when he attempted to cut.....yes. cut his spaghetti at my Italian Grandma's house when we first started dating. Poor guy did not know the twirl with the spoon trick yet. lol.
OMG yes. No cutting. TWIRL, MOTHER FUCKER, TWIRL!!!! lol
Uggggggh my parents cut their spaghetti. I hate that!!
Though I agree that it isn't necessarily the woman's job to know all the baby stuff, I think pc brings up a good point. Between me and dh, I am the one to research stuff while he just wings it so that is how we approach parenting.
Also, mayo on grilled cheese! Tamb, you are amazing!
P.s. my phone wanted to change tamb to Rambo. Hehe.
This is us and he is just as good a parent as I am. He can make decisions and I think it is good for DS to see both sides of parenting s growing up. I am way more anal than DH but I'm not right all the time.
I don't mind noisy toys. I can actually say I enjoy them. They keep her occupied longer and I sing along the songs or tunes to her. All you STMs can laugh and tell me "just you wait" all day long but I'm 8 months in and I'm seriously not even phased.
It's more of a just you wait until your kid is almost four and has friends who come over and find all those toys and ..... agggggh. Or: your aunt, who lives with her ears far away in Florida sends your kid a Hello kitty radio with a microphone whose cable so short it causes feedback when on. And the radio only has two volume settings: loud and louder.
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I also don't mind noisy toys. I can very easily tune things out.
I have had to leave restaurants that were too noisy before because they made me feel panicky. I think maybe I have sensory processing issues sometimes. When everyone posts about liking background noise from the TV or music, I can't relate to it at all. Stuff like that just distracts me.
I freaking love grilled cheese. I have no idea if this is an UO or not, it just came to me. I really want a grilled cheese for lunch.
I made a grilled cheese with tomato an hour ago and I kinda like mayo ;D Also, Cirque de Soleil is awesome, saw it in Disney. I did own a vibrator once after watching the Sex and the City episode about the rabbit and just couldn't get into it and it made my vag numb hahahaha
Oh and I'm a fucking clean freak I love a clean house and I obsess over it!
My UO is I fucking hate ribs, I think they are gross and too messy.
I also don't mind noisy toys. I can very easily tune things out.
I have had to leave restaurants that were too noisy before because they made me feel panicky. I think maybe I have sensory processing issues sometimes. When everyone posts about liking background noise from the TV or music, I can't relate to it at all. Stuff like that just distracts me.
SOMETIMES, I get like this in grown up situations. Like at work when I'm already stressed out and everyone starts talking. I can't take that. But I guess my "mom button" is in working order and I can tune out pretty much anything.
Which, was dangerous for me when my mom turned on her mom button. I got in BIG TROUBLE for things that I'd warned her about and she OK'd and she had no memory of it at all. That happened several times.
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I also don't mind noisy toys. I can very easily tune things out.
I have had to leave restaurants that were too noisy before because they made me feel panicky. I think maybe I have sensory processing issues sometimes. When everyone posts about liking background noise from the TV or music, I can't relate to it at all. Stuff like that just distracts me.
Me too. My severely ADD husband (I'm being very literal - not facetious here) will have a podcast blasting, the TV on, C in her jumperoo with the volume switched on, and will actually hold a work-related phone call in the midst of it all. I've walked in to find him skyping with his parents in the middle of a football game blaring and dogs barking and it's like he can't even hear it. Me? I can't even hold a conversation with him with any single one of those things going on. The only way I can even process "background noise" is in the form of instrumental music- no lyrics, or I'm out. Glad I'm not the only one.
I have had to leave restaurants that were too noisy before because they made me feel panicky. I think maybe I have sensory processing issues sometimes. When everyone posts about liking background noise from the TV or music, I can't relate to it at all. Stuff like that just distracts me.
Me too. My severely ADD husband (I'm being very literal - not facetious here) will have a podcast blasting, the TV on, C in her jumperoo with the volume switched on, and will actually hold a work-related phone call in the midst of it all. I've walked in to find him skyping with his parents in the middle of a football game blaring and dogs barking and it's like he can't even hear it. Me? I can't even hold a conversation with him with any single one of those things going on. The only way I can even process "background noise" is in the form of instrumental music- no lyrics, or I'm out. Glad I'm not the only one.
This is how they keep our kind out of Hollister and the like.