Well damn.Everytime TGS falls asleep in the rocker, I slap him across the face just to make sure he is still breathing.
Did it a lot with my first.
Some with second.
None with third.
There are a lot of things that got watered down the more kids came along.
Like dropping a pacifier for instance:
When my oldest dropped his pacifier on the floor, we'd put it away until we could boil it for at least 30 minutes.
With the second, we'd squirt it off with some juice from the bottle
With the third, we'd pick it up, pluck off any stuck hairs and pop it back in
With the oldest, at the first sign of distress - a whimper, a frown - we'd pick up the baby.
With the second we'd pick the baby up when its wails threaten to wake the firstborn from his nap.
With the third, we taught our 3-year-old how to rewind the mechanical swing.
With the oldest, we'd change the baby's diapers every hour, whether they need it or not.
With the second, we changed their diaper every 2 to 3 hours, if needed.
With the third, we tried to change their diaper before other ones started to complain about the smell or if we saw it sagging to their knees.
With the oldest, we'd take the baby to Baby Gymnastics, Baby Swing, and Baby Story Hour.
With the second, we tool the baby to Baby Gymnastics.
With the third, we just took the baby to the supermarket and the dry cleaner.
With the oldest, the first time we left the baby with a sitter, we called home 5 times.
With the second, we'd leave a number where we could be reached, for any reason.
With the third, we left explicit instructions for the sitter to call if only AND ONLY IF she sees blood or fire.
With the oldest, we'd spend a good bit of every day just gazing at the baby.
With the second we'd spend a bit of every day watching to be sure the older child wasn't squeezing, poking, or hitting the baby.
With the third, we'd spend a little bit of every day hiding from the children.
With the oldest, when he swallowed a coin, we rushed the child to the hospital and demanded X-rays.
With the second, we carefully watched for coin to pass.
With the third, we deducted it from his allowance.
Everytime TGS falls asleep in the rocker, I slap him across the face just to make sure he is still breathing.
Did it a lot with my first.
Some with second.
None with third.
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That movie makes me nervous.OMG! This was me and the Hubby back in those days! When our Daughter was born, the movie Willow was out and we rented it one evening. Don't know if you all are familiar with the movie or not, but there is a little baby in it with red curly hair. Looked so much like our little girl, we both got up and looked in the crib to make sure she was in there!!
I still check on my five year old a few times before I go to bed.
A close friend of mine's three month old son passed away a few weeks ago in his sleep. His poor mom found him when she went to check on him.
Did he die from loneliness? The mom spend too much time on the internet?
That's not nice.
It's all in his name.
Dick?
Uh, no.Did he die from loneliness? The mom spend too much time on the internet?
Did he die from loneliness? The mom spend too much time on the internet?
Sometimes you really cross the line.
Damn. She must have been good. Really good. She brought out the sensitive side of Fishn.Not even Fishn goes there... There's offensive to be an ass... more or less what I strive for... then there's a lack of moral purpose that goes into posts like that, Just to try and be an ass.... But in the end, you may have really hurt someones feelings, with a situation that someone cannot avoid and cannot be reversed.. The next time someone wants to try and hurt someones feelings, maybe you should hit me with it. Cause I'm the sort that generally will rip you a new ass for this sort of thing... Or show up at your door and beat you senseless....
Your pal
-Fishn
Damn. She must have been good. Really good. She brought out the sensitive side of Fishn.