For my particular child, at her age and with her temperament, maybe means, “No. But if I give you some hope, you won’t bug me about it and that hope should buy me enough time until the next shiny object distracts you and the first thing is wiped form you 4 year old mind.”
Queen of the Harpies was Grr!Arrgh! but Joss had to go and be gross
grrarrgh
That’s about what our was for us in Chicago for a center. We did a share for the first 2 years and it brought costs down to about $1700 a month. At 2, our nanny needed to move on because of her own family and center care started to become equivalent so we moved her to a centre. Having more kids for her to play with…
You mean illuminating an unsupported narrative with a real experience?
Maybe we white people should just stop trying to beg invites to the cookout entirely tho? I get this is not a serious article and I’m not trying to call you out specifically, but it seems like the first comment on every cookout-related post is a white person trying to argue why they should be extended an invite and…
We’ve banned little baby bum because the videos are too uncanny valley for me. Puffin Rock on Netflix all the way.
So You Want to Talk About Race by Ijeoma Oluo, which is hard but also unexpectedly hilarious at times and Astrophysics for People in a Hurry by Neil deGrasse Tyson which is also hard in a different way but very entertaining.
Mine says he’s a bad man and that we would not go to his house for a play date.
People are so weird about it. I’ve told this story before, but when my small person was under 2 and not yet potty trained, we’d often go to the public pool in the summer. Since getting a squirming infant or toddler into a swim diaper is hard enough, I’d just put her in cute little swim bottoms, lather her in sun block…
Luck mostly. I looked up a place near me, called them up and got a appointment. I’m was dealing with some hard situations that I needed some help sorting through but am fortunate that my actual brain chemistry is petty normal.
It’s like working out really hard. You leave knowing you’ve done good work and that you should, theoretically feel at least a sense of accomplishment, but mostly you feel like you’ve been hit by a garbage truck and are unsure if you’ll be able to lift your metaphorical arms you wash your hair in the shower.
Dear therapy,
I’m positive the Jabari specifically praised Hanuman who is a Hindu monkey god (he leads a monkey army to Sri Lanka to fight Ravana and help Ram free Sita among other feats). I found it pretty jarring actually, but I also don’t know if there is cannon behind it though.
My 4 year old’s day care has an app for parents. They use it to send announcements, daily reports, and they try to send pictures a few times a week of what the wee munchkins are doing, which is usually a bright spot in my day.
Rev does have a point:
I have a small kid and, while what the little boy did was very concerning wasn’t too upset by him having a lighter - kids can be surprisingly sneaky, especially about forbidden objects so pilfering mommy or daddy’s lighter in the rush before school is pretty plausible. It’s unsettling that he was able to…
“It’s supposed to deliver a gut punch, so that’s why I used it,” the professor apparently claimed.
As a postmenarchal woman, I would like to say:
Bitcoin gives me a strong 1636 Dutch Tulip vibe. I think the concept is interesting and would invest in block chain itself of that were possible. But my retirement money is staying firmly in index funds. I wouldn’t invest more money in bitcoin than I’d feel comfortable taking to gamble in Vegas.
I caught myself humming the theme to Puffin Rock the other day. I actually like that show though, still I’m pretty far down the rabbit hole