Dear whoever started the toddler argument below...
Posted By: jeez on 2009-01-28
In Reply to: Dear (insert name here): - GabbyChick
and everyone else who felt they had to respond with petty bickering and hijack an otherwise amusing thread....let it gooooooo. Deep breath....there ya' go? Feel better?
Thanks.
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im the one who started this conversation. things always lead to an argument on this board.
but, i have friends who never started teh santa thing, and then i have friends who still practice the santa tradition. i never questioned myself. i just did as i had been raised. but i understand how some people just dont even start santa. its cool either way. and no one has to agree...everyone is different, i respect differences. but there has got to be a cut off point for puplic school teachers, to step back and leave things for teh parents. yes other kids tell them the truth about santa and, at least i have taught my children that its "bologna..if they dont believe, they dont get presents...bla bla"..so tehy have no prob blowing that off. but when their TEACHER says it, it might as well be the GOSPEL. ya know.
2 is NOT a baby! It's a toddler and IMO too old...
to be breastfeeding! That's disgusting for a child that old and YES I would be offended and grossed out to see a mom breastfeeding a 22 month old! I have absolutely no problem with moms breastfeeding BABIES in public, but not a toddler.
elderly man/toddler any difference?
Would you leave your toddler unattended with 3 pitbulls? No I don't think so, and neither should an elderly person be left with that many big size dogs no matter what the breed!
I detested toddlers even when I WAS a toddler!
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toddler wants to shoot my family
My 5-year-old daughter got off bus today crying hysterically and it took me a long time to calm her down. She had told me that we needed to get out of the house because Maya (a girl in her pre-k class and on the bus) was going to have her father kill all of us with his "big gun". My daughter was kind of hard to understand because she was sobbing so hard, but I heard that plain and clear. She told me that she didn't want to die and she didn't want Maya to kill us. She said that we should move or just leave until it is safe. She really believed that this little girl was going to kill us or have us killed. Now, I don't know the little girl or the little girl's family, but this kind of got me shaken a bit. On one hand these are only 4 and 5-year-old children and I assume that they might see things like this on tv and so on. On the other hand I have read stories about 5-year-old children killing other children, pets, and even siblings with guns. I wrote a note to the teacher just asking her to keep an eye on these two girls while at school, but I don't know if I am going to send it. Any advice? I am suppose to be working right now, but this is really getting to me.
toddlers need toddler-appropriate terminology
a female toddler does not know a v-jay is not what she looks at in the mirror. Pelvis is more appropriate IMO. Toddlers want to see everone's everythings at that age. I can't see putting her in a position of going up to an unknown male and asking to see his this or that anatomical part. There are several sex offenders in my area - too much of a risk.
Why are we rushing to make them grow up so fast? My little one will get more anatomically appropriate names as she goes through elementary school. For now, pelvis for the front and bumm for the back will work just fine, TYVM.
Poor babies!!!! As far as working with a toddler underfoot(sm)
I had to work when mine were sleeping...I did get a teenager neighbor to come and play with and watch him while I worked..she was much cheaper...I think you should get some kind of financial benefit for keeping the child and there are a lot of child care options for people in situations like this I think. I would contact the Dept of Social Services in your area. There should be a lot of options for you. You are so sweet to take the baby into your home. I think there would probably be a lot of people who would love to take the infant also. Best wishes to you!!
Haven't started shopping yet, but have started saving $$$
Don't have an awful lot yet, but both hubby and I are doing it (separate accounts) so we should have a good amount when we combine. My goal is to start shopping in September after my daughter's birthday and finish by Thanksgiving. That's my goal. I have never reached it! Maybe this year!
And FYI, the thread we are posting in right now was one I started, you started the earlier one. nm
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This is an argument that cannot be won between
An argument between
When is it time for Mom to step in? I've been trying to let my 3rd grade son handle this kid, which just so happens to be our next door neighbor, on his own, but lately the arguing is getting worse. They got into a *you're stupid, no you're stupid, no your mom's stupid* match today, which the bus driver had to break up. I called the other mom, but she seemed unconcerned. I just told my son not to talk to the other kid, and also asked the other mom to have her kid to the same thing with my son. Anything else I should do? Just let it go for now and see what happens? Thanks for y'all's advice...
That has become a big argument in
favor of homosexuality. I understand that argument. For someone who believes that God said don't do it and they are against it for that reason, it is still morally wrong, even though it may be your perception that it doesn't hurt anybody.
Again, the issue is not fear, but opposition. That's all I'm saying. Does anybody get the point?
dear husband, dear daughter, etc...
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Your argument works against you.
Your pastor "interpreted" something else and twisted it to tell you what he wanted. The Bible does not say to not marry outside your race.
"Interpreting" things is what causes the problem.
In the Bible, God said we are all sinners. (Don't know why you are yelling.) Don't shoot the messenger.
No my argument is to people who say
The Bible is written in a way to describe our creation. It is interpreted by many to how they want it to be. I do not read it enough to know what it says about same gender sex. Does anyone know the exact scripture? If so, let's hear it. I want to hear where it says "same gender sex is a sin" in those words. Did anyone ever think that there are people who are in same gender relationships but do not have sex. There are heterosexual marriages and relationships where sex does not exist, so why couldn't that be true for a same gender relationship?
I am not turning this to a religion argument- sm
I prefer not to have my child taught at a church school for personal reasons. The school they were attending squeezed in church teachings as it is, though they were not a church school, and I was not thrilled with that either. Some teachers did it more than others. As for find a teacher that "really cares" only being at a church affiliated school, that is quite a broad statement to make. At the private school my kids had been attending, the teaches were paid 25% less than what the teachers made at the public school level, which could mean 3 things, the teacher really cared and wanted a small class size to teach, (2) wanted kids that were less troublesome to teach and better behaved (3) the teacher was inadequate and could not get hired in a public school (which was the case for a few teachers where my kids were). ---There are a lot of angles to look at when considering private school religion is one of them, tuition, quality of the teachers, certification, the school board, the parent organization, the involvment expects --ours was extreme involvement which is good and bad (burnout)--I am much happier now with the kids in public school, and my 8-y/o is now actually being taught by a qualified computer teacher and not some old lady who knew nothing about computers or computer programs trying to make a few extra bucks having the kids make designs and pictures on the computer (they had a new computer teacher every year as they'd quit every year). There are pros and cons to every school, you got to find out what you want to deal with.
Never an argument and yes we both can hear and talk
and I have heard people saying marriage was hard. My husband and I do not understand this as we are extremely happily married, wouldn’t trade him for all the tea in China and I think he best fits Prince Charming. Oh, let me back that up. He is short,
probably about an inch or 2 taller than me,sorta balding on top, does not have a 6-pack so I would think for lots of females he would be overlooked. Good.
I promise I am not trying to start an argument
but it seems to come down to choosing son's best friend or daughter's best friend. She plainly stated that the girl has been throwing herself at the boy. I would be much more concerned about who my daughter is hanging around if that is the way she conducts herself.
I never intended to start and argument...
just trying to put some other perspective out there. Do whatever you want, but since you asked for opinions, I gave mine. If you disagree, fine by me, that's okay. I just try to keep in mind that parents are not perfect. Mine are not and I am not. I hope that my son can forgive me my mistakes someday.
I meant "an" argument. NM
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I haven't started yet, but have started my lists.
The only reason I haven't started yet is because of $$$. But I have started some good lists for the kids and the DH. I actually have some good ideas for him this year (he is hard to buy for).
I'm like you, I love Christmas but hate the commercialism of it. We were at Costco a while back looking for Halloween costumes and they already had their Christmas stuff out. They always make me feel like I'm already late on my shopping!
I may do a lot of online shopping this year. It's easier with little ones. My 2yo is more aware this year so taking him with me to buy his own presents is out. Darn!
It always seems that Halloween (my favorite) takes forever to get here, but once it's over, then the holiday rush is on.
Happy Holidays everyone!
I was reading about this yesterday to settle an argument, and Patti is exactly right.
Moderator, I am not the one who continued that argument. I made one comment which was SM
deleted. I am almost in tears over this. You have made a terrible, terrible mistake. I make no crude remarks to moderators, ever, ever. I am the one who posted about the beautiful dog at the ASPCA and talk of almost nothing else. I want you to check your addresses and personaly apologize to me. You have made a grave mistake in what you jus posted. I have thanked moderators in the past and have actually posted a few days ago saying I don't understand why people have to be so mean. You need to be accurate before you accuse me.
Oh dear, that should be the end of our lot sm
not "and the ned of our lot". Been a loooong weekend and it's not over yet. LOL. Anyway, thanks for all the helpful advice.
I am not your dear.
If you ever see your kids or grandkids hungry, bet you change your mind real fast.
The first D is Dear...nm
Dear God yes!
That is my favorite comfort food!
I demand you buy some this weekend and eat it!
LOL
But seriously, it's awesome. You should try it!
Dear Dog
Go brush your own hair. I have to brush mine.
Love,
Mom
Dear DH
You no longer travel 6 weeks at a time, with a week in between travels. Learn to pick up your flipping dirty laundry or I will shove it up your, uh, in your ear.
Love, your wife
Dear Son
You have a rogue sock in your room that I cannot find, but the odor is lofting out into the hall. Please do your best to find it.
Love,
Mom
Dear IRS:
You suck.
Dear Everyone -
Yes, I am crabby - I have both PMS and perimenopause. When I tell you to "stop bugging me", I mean it.
Leave me alone since I gave you fair warning - Or Else suffer the consequences.
Signed - Really, REALLY IRRITABLE.
Dear Mom
Please stop calling me 2 and 3 times when I don't answer the phone. Please stop immediately calling my cell phone when you don't get me at home. I'm 34 years old. I work, I'm married, and I have 3 kids, so I might be kind of busy some days. When I do answer, please don't scream at me -- "Where have you been? I've been calling you for an hour!" I might be working or I might be at the school or I might be working out -- anyway you look at it, I'm 34 years old and have a right to make my own decisions.
When you do talk to me, please don't lay the guilt trip on me because "no one will help you hang your wallpaper." Did you ask my brother, who lives 2 hours away to help? Did you ask my sister who lives 2 hours away to help? Did you ask my other brother who lives an hour away but comes home every weekend to hang out with his friends to help? Probably not. You called me because I'm only 5 minutes away and you know I "don't really work". Perhaps I would be willing to help with you these things if you'd call ahead and ask me when I'm available, instead of waiting till you get up one day and just feel like getting the wallpaper hung.
BTW, why can't you just hire someone to hang it? That's what I did this summer when I needed a babysitter and you weren't available.
Dear God, ,,,,,sm
PLEASE bless this country and keep us all safe from evil. And please bless all lawmakers, from the Prez on downward, with WISDOM and strenth to lead us out of our current problems (because YOU are beyond all problems and adversity), and please bring all AMERICANS together, help us forget our divions/past ideologies, and work hard together, making wise sacrifices and helping each other as brother and sister. Amen
Dear Sue
As a customer who had $10K in fraudulent charges added to her credit card when her identity was stolen, ahem - I don't care if it is illegal or not, I'M GRATEFUL that anyone wants to verify my identity!!
Dear Mom
Thanks. I needed that reminder. I'm glad you let me take it out on you instead of my real mom.
Dear Mom
Yes I know you care. I know you spent your life raising me and my siblings. I realize you may be lonely, but part of that is your own fault. I would call more often if you were more pleasant to talk to instead of always complaining about someone or something that didn't go your way. I would enjoy spending more time with you if you made it pleasant, instead of complaining to the waitress that the coffee tastes bad and that they put too much mayo on your sandwich and that you don't like the restaurant because they don't let you seat yourself. When I ask you to pick, you always say it doesn't matter when obviously it does.
You're married. You should ask Dad to help you hang the wallpaper. He doesn't like spending time with you either because you constantly pick fights. Anything that goes wrong is always his fault. Why can't you just laugh it off once in a while? Have you forgotten how to have fun? Where is that woman I used to know when I was a teenager? We had such good times together then and laughed more than ever. What has happened to make you so bitter? I've tried to talk to you about it, but you just won't listen to reason. You always say it was someone else's fault. When do you accept the blame?
Dear Sis:
The next time you come over to my house and something comes up missing we are going to have a serious problem on our hands. I am really tired of seeing your daughters wearing my kids missing clothing and when asked you say you bought them. NOT TRUE. I cannot believe that you would steal something like an apple corer or my neat little pill cutter that I bought. I cannot believe that you have stolen so much from me that your children are starting to do it now too. Your daughter stole my daughter's stuffed whale and you KNOW THIS yet stick up for her when questioned. AMAZING. I mean what.... doesn't welfare give you enough help? Also, I am tired of you calling me during my well-known work hours just to talk about absolutely nothing so that I can listen to you yell and scream at your kids and your husband. And when I say I have to go, I am working, you say that really sucks to have to work. Yeah, it kinda does.... but I dont want to have to resort to stealing instead. My suggestion to you would be to GET A JOB and BUY YOUR OWN THINGS.
Thanks, Big Sis
Dear Mom:
Typical to play the guilt card inferring you will be dead soon. I remember grandpa doing that and you did not call him more because of it (or see him more). I truly hope I do not do the same thing to my own children. There are many things that you do that I try to live by as an example of what NOT to do so I can have a healthy and happy life. You playing the guilt card just makes me resent what you do (or try to do) even more. You have to remember I have a life to and it is my turn to live it, warts and all.
Dear Mom...
Dear Mom:
Thank you for being a wonderful, loving, kind, and caring mother and grandmother.
Thank you for respecting the fact that I do work at home and have a husband and 3 children.
Thank you for, on the occasions you must call during my work hours, making it short and sweet, getting down to business, and letting me go so I can get back to work!
I love our hour-long phone conversations when I'm not busy and Dad's in the garage working. I love having lunch with you on Fridays when I can. I love walking around the mall with you and window shopping...cause we're both too broke to buy anything!
You are my best friend and I cherish every moment we spend together, not only as mother and daughter, but as friends.
With much love,
Your daughter
Dear Mom
I wish you were here. I miss you. I miss talking with you. I hate that you are not here to see your grandchildren becoming adults that you would be so proud of. I am sorry we never made Christmas candy together, mine just never turns out right. I am glad that I told you in our very last conversation that "I love you" but I really wish you were here to hear me say it again.
Dear DH...
Thank you for being so "terrible" that your ex decided she had enough of you and tossed you to the side. Wow, you are terrible; same job for 25 years, respectable, handsome, has a good relationship with his family, honest, moral, respects my work in and around the house, you were not a deadbeat dad, you always compliment me, you make me laugh daily, you know the freedom of living debt free and saving for the future, you take me on the best vacations and most importantly, you love me for who I am, flaws and all.
Oh, and to the ex...you blew it honey...no wonder you called a couple of years ago and tried to get him back; it didn't work. Thanks, things have only gotten better!
A grateful wife
Dear Dad...sm
Please get a life for yourself. You have been divorced now for over 6 months. Probably closer to 9 months. I know you are sorry you messed up and cheated repeatedly on mom but there is nothing I can do about it. I do get tired of listening to you whine about her not forgiving you. I mean, really, she only forgave you 3 times and gave you another chance to which you were caught doing the same thing. Go be with your girlfriend and be happy. You can't have your cake and eat it too.
Also please learn to be a man and take care of yourself. My mom is not going to take care of you anymore. You have to stand on your own 2 feet now. No, I can't give you gas money or money to eat because I work and have to buy my own gas and food.
Please accept the fact that mom is not going to take you back and quit calling literally ALL day long and all night. Quit coming to her house and banging on the windows and doors and threatening her. No wonder she called the sheriff.
Please quit threatening to kill yourself. You have been threatening this for almost a year now. We both know you are not going to kill yourself you just want attention. Please don't tell me you are going to shoot at the police so they will kill you. That is insane.
Please quit calling me every night to ask if I have seen or talked to mom that day and what was she doing. What time did she come home from work? Did she go anywhere? Was anybody over at her house? Etc. I am tired of being asked 50 questions.
Please learn to buy food for your apartment and eat there. I am tired of you calling me and asking me what I am cooking and can you come eat all the time.
In short, get a life, learn to stand on your own 2 feet, accept the fact mom and you are over, quit threatening to kill yourself, quit calling me to ask 50 questions about mom, and eat at your own house.
Oh, dear.
What can I say that the others have not already said? My heart breaks for you, and I will keep you in my prayers.
My best friend is a disabled veteran, and every day she struggles with feelings of guilt that she is somehow "mooching" off of society because she is not able to hold down a job.
I wonder if she feels that way in part because there are so many people abusing the safety net. That safety net is there for people like you and her.
I do hope you will be able to get out of that toxic living situation as quickly as possible, and then see what you can do about building some kind of life for yourself, in which YOU make all the choices. And please come back and let us know how you are doing!
Dear Santa....
Dear Santa,
I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor, sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.
Here are my Christmas wishes:
I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store.
I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.
If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.
On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.
I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother," because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.
If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning , or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.
If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.
Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back.
Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don't catch cold.
Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.
Yours Always, MOM...!
P.S. One more thing...you can cancel all my reques ts if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.
AMEN to that
Dear Santa:
Dear Santa:
I rarely ask for much. This year is no exception. I don't need diamond earrings, handy slicer-dicers or comfy slippers. I only want one little thing, and I want it deeply.
I want to slap Martha Stewart. Now, hear me out, Santa. I won't scar her or draw blood or anything. Just one good smack, right across her smug little cheek. I get all cozy inside just thinking about it. Don't grant this wish just for me, do it for thousands of women across the country. Through sheer vicarious satisfaction, you'll be giving a gift to us all. Those of us leading average, garden variety lives aren't concerned with gracious living. We feel pretty good about ourselves if our paper plates match when we stack them on the counter, buffet-style for dinner. We're tired of Martha showing us how to make centerpieces from hollyhock dipped in 18-carat gold. We're plumb out of liquid gold. Unless it's of the furniture polish variety. We can't whip up Martha's creamy holiday sauce, spiced with turmeric. Most of us can't even say turmeric, let alone figure out what to do with it.
OK, Santa, maybe you think I'm being a little harsh. But I'll bet with all the holiday rush you didn't catch that interview with Martha in last week's USA Weekend. I'm surprised there was enough room on the page for her ego. We discovered that not only does Martha avoid take-out pizza (she's only ordered it once), she refuses to eat it cold (No cold pizza? Is Martha Stewart living?) When it was pointed out that she could microwave it, she replied, "I don't have a microwave." The reporter, Jeffrey Zaslow, noted that she said this "in a tone that suggests you shouldn't either." Well, lah-dee-dah. Imagine that, Santa! That lovely microwave you brought me years ago, in which I've learned to make complicated dishes like popcorn and hot chocolate, has been declared undesirable by Queen Martha. What next? The coffee maker? In the article, we learned that Martha has 40 sets of dishes adorning an entire wall in her home. Forty sets. Can you spell "overkill"? And neatly put away, no less. If my dishes make it to the dishwasher that qualifies as "put away" in my house! Martha tells us she's already making homemade holiday gifts for friends. "Last year, I made amazing silk-lined scarves for everyone," she boasts. Not just scarves mind you. Amazing scarves. Martha's obviously not shy about giving herself a little pat on the back. In fact, she does so with such frequency that one has to wonder if her back is black and blue. She goes on to tell us that "homemaking is glamour for the 90s," and says her most glamorous friends are "interested in stain removal, how to iron a monogram, and how to fold a towel." I have one piece of advice, Martha: "Get new friends." Glamorous friends fly to Paris on a whim. They drift past the Greek Islands on yachts, sipping champagne from crystal goblets. They step out for the evening in shimmering satin gowns, whisked away by tuxedoed chauffeurs. They do not spend their days pondering the finer art of toilet bowl sanitation. Zaslow notes that Martha was named one of America's 25 most influential people by Time magazine (nosing out Mother Theresa, Madeline Allbright and Maya Angelou, no doubt). The proof of Martha's influence: after she bought white-fleshed peaches in the supermarket, Martha says, "People saw me buy them. In an instant, they were all gone." I hope Martha never decides to jump off a bridge. A guest in Martha's home told Zaslow how Martha gets up early to rollerblade with her dogs to pick fresh wild blackberries for breakfast. This confirms what I've suspected about Martha all along: She's obviously got too much time on her hands. Teaching the dogs to rollerblade. What a show off. If you think the dogs are spoiled, listen to how Martha treats her friends: She gave one friend all 272 books from the Knopf Everyman Library. It didn't cost much. Pocket change, really.
Yep, be careful, dear...
I had a similar experience with a dentist when I was in my mid-20's. He wasn't that good-looking, I was married, and not therefore not tempted, but he did make personal, complimentary remarks when I went into the office for a check-up on a Saturday when his staff wasn't in. My first impression (even back then as a naive and young 22-year-old) is that probably he just wanted to see how many of his female patients would "bite." (No pun intended.) But...if he is not married, and you're able to go into this with a skeptical eye, see where it may lead...expressing wanting to get to know you better is pretty flirty, to my thinking!
Frankly, my dear if you
only knew. I do not get into other's business, never. I could care less about much of anything unless I feel it impacts MY life and very few things do. I have children, don't tell them my thoughts, just believe in live and let live. I can only govern myself - I have absolutely no desire to tell my child, you or the next person what to do. I have more important things to do with my time. Only my immediate family and animals really matter to me anyway.
Dear Grossed out
Sorry it grossed you out - it was a beautiful experience for everyone in our family - when he went to school we explained to him that he would have to stop nursing because I would not be able to come to school to nurse him during his milk break - he had no problem with this - and within a week he was weaned. I guess the fact that I worked as a wet nurse grosses you out, as well. Unfortunately, you just don't know what you are missing or missed - or maybe you don't have children yet. It is your decision to make - not the states, the government, or certainly a stranger's. Good luck if you ever have kids and decide to BF. If so, email me anytime for information and encouragement.
Dear Janet
If you can get past the biting stage when they are teething - the rest is a breeze. If you don't like it - don't look - but it is not "odd".
How about Dear Dr. and Mrs. Rebellion. .....j/k
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