being a parent...
Children Were All Shot Multiple Times With a Semiautomatic, Officials Say By JAMES BARRON Published: December 15, 2012 New York Times“…The bullets Mr. Lanza used were ‘designed in such a fashion the energy is deposited in the tissue so the bullet stays in,’ resulting in deep damage, Dr. Carver said. As to how many bullets Mr. Lanza had fired, Dr. Carver said he did not have an exact count. ‘There were lots of them,’ he said.
“He said that parents had identified their children from photographs to spare them from seeing the gruesome results of the rampage. He said that 4 doctors and 10 technicians had done the autopsies and that he had personally performed seven, all on first-graders.
”’This is probably the worst I have seen or the worst that I know of any of my colleagues having seen,’ said Dr. Carver, who is 60 and has been Connecticut’s chief medical examiner since 1989…”
Until enough us can imagine ourselves as the parents in this situation, all that will happen in the days ahead is hand wringing and the blathering of talking heads on both sides of the issue. The short-attention span of Americans will once again move them onto the next thing (which the NRA is counting on).
Americans have to rise up and decide to make a difference. I am old and cynical enough to believe that this will not happen. I pray that I am proven wrong-this time. ThisOldGuy
Being a mom is more of a commitment than can be imagined. Not one person can be completely ready for how much a child can and will change their lives. Sometimes I wonder if I knew what I know now about how hard and physically demanding it is to be a parent, if I would have still wanted to become one. I really cannot answer that. But as the kids get older, things are becoming clearer and I fall more and more in love with them with every step we take. Or maybe I am just getting use to the way things are now that I have kids and forgetting how I used to be before having kids? Idk. Lol. But I love them, sometimes I want to sell my daughter off for cheep (just kidding) haha. But it is definitely work. I think a lot of moms expect that instant connection with their child but a lot of times it doesn’t work that way. It’s like any relationship. It has to be built. Trust, love and respect isn’t expected- it’s worked upon.
If you want it, if anybody wants it, they can totally have it. It just takes work and a lot of tears and a lot of disappointment/ regret. Being a mom will also come with amazingly unexpected surprises too. And that is the best part!
sometimes I am nursing Judah and I just look at him
and I think, wow, how crazy is it that he is made up of nothing but my husband and I. The cells that make him are of nothing else in this world but my husband and I, hes his the product of us and only us. I grew him inside me. He lived inside my belly for 9 months where my body built him bit by bit and nourished him. And here I am hold him him as he grows as his own being, nourishing him with my body and helping sustain him even now.
its just really intense to think about.
20 Things I Look Forward To After Having the Baby
Just because.
1. Being able to breathe. That’ll be really nice.
2. Not having to go to the bathroom every five minutes.
3. Not being kicked in the ribs.
4. Not being kicked in the bladdar.
5. Not beeing kicked in the kidneys.
6. Not being kicked in the—oh forget it. You get the picture.
7. Being able to do Yoga.
8. Having an innie belly button again.
9. No more reflux!
10. Walking without waddling. -_-
11. Running!
12. Sushiiiiiii! Real sushi! Meaning a slice of raw fish perched on a ball of sticky rice with ginger and wasabi on the side!
13. Sleeping on my stomach.
14. Sleeping on my back.
15. Just sleeping…oh wait. There will be less of that after she comes.
16. Normal clooooothes! ^^
17. Snuggling my babyyyy! And then being able to put her down instead of carrying her everywhere I go.
18. Dressing her up in cute outfits and showing her off. Eeheehee!
19. Tiny toes. Tiny fingers. Tiny diapers. Tiny everything!
20. Teaching my son to be the best big brother ever.
I love my son.
After a long day of work my husband and I were sitting on the couch together, cuddling, and watching t.v. when our four year old son slowly walks in the room and stands in front of us.
He looked kinda upset and also like he was trying hard not to laugh so we turned off the t.v and asked him what was wrong.
He looked at us and said with the most serious face: “Dad, Daddy, I’m straight.”
After a few seconds of silence my husband turned to me and said “Oh no. Where did we go wrong,” He gets up and puts his hands on our sons shoulders. “It’s just a phase. It’s not true. Your just confused.”
Our son yelled back “I was Born this Way Baby!” and ran back into the room where he and his sister were playing in, they started giggling not long after that.
At first I was confused and then I started laughing.
My husband started shaking his head and said “Maybe moving to Canada was a bad idea.”
I love it when people post things they remember being excited about as a kid because as an adult, I’m here to tell you that excitement never goes away.
My kids bring home Scholastic Book Fair fliers and I’m like, “GIMMIE THAT SHIT!” and then I get out my checkbook even if I have to move some money around because BOOKS ARE AWESOME and I remember what it was like to get books from the book fair when I was my son’s age.
Found this little gem on Facebook. No two mothers are exactly alike, which is why I don’t believe in any of this “Supermom” crap. ;)
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“To the mom who’s breastfeeding: Way to go! It really is an amazing gift to give your baby, for any amount of time that you can manage! You’re a good mom.
To the mom who’s formula feeding: Isn’t science amazing? To think there was a time when a baby with a mother who couldn’t produce enough would suffer, but now? Bett…er living through chemistry! You’re a good mom.
To the cloth diapering mom: Fluffy bums are the cutest, and so friendly on the bank account. You’re a good mom.
To the disposable diapering mom: Damn those things hold a lot, and it’s excellent to not worry about leakage and laundry! You’re a good mom.
To the mom who stays home: I can imagine it isn’t easy doing what you do, but to spend those precious years with your babies must be amazing. You’re a good mom.
To the mom who works: It’s wonderful that you’re sticking to your career, you’re a positive role model for your children in so many ways, it’s fantastic. You’re a good mom.
To the mom who had to feed her kids from the drive thru all week because you’re too worn out to cook or go grocery shopping: You’re feeding your kids, and hey, I bet they aren’t complaining! Sometimes sanity can indeed be found in a red box with a big yellow M on it. You’re a good mom.
To the mom who gave her kids a homecooked breakfast lunch and dinner for the past week: Excellent! Good nutrition is important, and they’re learning to enjoy healthy foods at an early age, a boon for the rest of their lives. You’re a good mom.
To the mom with the kids who are sitting quietly and using their manners in the fancy restaurant: Kudos, it takes a lot to maintain order with children in a place where they can’t run around. You’re a good mom.
To the mom with the toddler having a meltdown in the cereal aisle: they always seem to pick the most embarrassing places to lose their minds don’t they? We’ve all been through it. You’re a good mom.
To the moms who judge other moms for ANY of the above? Glass houses, friend. Glass houses.”
brendan kelly's posts about being a parent are my favourite.
There’s something about hanging out with your kids all day that can make you feel kind of useless. Anyone that tells you otherwise is A) lying or B) hasn’t ever done it as a lifestyle thing. Spending one day with your kids is great. It’s highly rewarding. Spending every day with your kids with no sign of a break in sight is literally working at a 7 day a week job that starts the second you get out of bed and goes until about 830 or 9, where your bosses are never satisfied and often want you to do completely contradictory things, and then yell at you when you screw it up, as you inevitably do. Oh, and they follow you into the bathroom and are right there while you eat. It’s like that. AND, you don’t get paid, AND you feel like everyone has the following thoughts when they consider your ‘workday’: “eh, that dude’s not even working…loser” or “that shit’s easy” or “man, I wish I could just hang out with kids all day…I hate my fucking shitty job.”
Now, look, I know that taking care of kids isn’t working at a factory. Shit, there are several great moments with these monsters every day, and I feel really lucky to be able to hang with them all the time, especially when they’re small, but man, don’t go so far as to think that means that it’s not a little bit soul destroying in its own right. It is. Not all the time, not even most of the time, but when I start missing a lot of sleep, I start to feel helpless, and the desire to become a useful human being starts to overwhelm me (I know that raising kids is one of the most useful and important things I can do…this is what’s known in the business as ‘grapling with the irrational feelings’ bro) and in order to feel like a useful human being, I tend to write things, particularly songs.
A parenting tip for Ian/someone with pets
Pro tip:
If your kid is lying on your chest trying to sleep and your pet cat tries to cuddle with you at the same time, yelling “NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” is going to wake up the baby, idiot.
She had fallen asleep and now she’s pissed because Ian yelled right in her ear and she probably thinks he yelled at her…so now I am listening to screaming, angry and irritable baby because Ian is stupid.
SIX WEEKS AND TWO DAYS UNTIL...
Japan. London. Paris. Berlin. Amsterdam. (Maybe Stockholm?) I’m so, so fucking excited.
(Because I’m a loser, I’m almost equally anxious about leaving my dog for several weeks with my parents. I’ll probably get back and she’ll have a personality disorder and an eating disorder and an addiction of some sort.)
