It doesn’t matter what anyone else’s thoughts are. You’re clearly uncomfortable with it. Someone else may not be, but YOU are and that’s what matters. He’s clearly not for you so move on.
It doesn’t matter what anyone else’s thoughts are. You’re clearly uncomfortable with it. Someone else may not be, but YOU are and that’s what matters. He’s clearly not for you so move on.
This scene.
Exactly. I’ll save my sympathy for women (and mostly minority women at that!) who will be tremendously negatively affected by this asshole’s policies.
My kids drew pictures on the back of the sign that I carried in NYC. I explained that mommy is going to a march with a bunch of other mommies because the President is being mean to people and when we see someone being mean, we must tell them to stop. My kids are 5 and 2 and THEY get it. I wish everyone did.
I think it’s SUCH bullshit that you can no longer send the baby to a nursery. My daughter was born 5 years ago and the nurses asked if I wanted them to take her for a few hours so I could rest. It was absolutely needed and greatly appreciated.
Ask for a membership somewhere- Science Center, museum, etc.- someplace you know you’ll go and enjoy.
My 2 year old son is named James. His name is unique precisely because we are surrounded by those giving their children “unique” names.
This is my mother. I’m 36 but she “knows” what I “really” want and need and has been this way my entire life. I have a daughter myself now and go out of my way to not do this.
That is one of the reasons I am now a stay at home mother. Childcare would have cost us my entire salary plus an additional $200 a month.
Gender is very much an innate thing. Children are quite adamant, usually around 3 or 4 years old, that they are BOYS! or GIRLS! It is around that age that kids begin to develop a true sense of self and a huge part of that is whether or not they feel they are a girl or boy.
Or it could simply be because those are the most comfortable clothes to wear when you are constantly picking a little person up, putting a little person down, crouching on the floor to play, doing laundry, picking up toys, pushing a stroller, helping another little person off and on the toilet, tying shoes, scraping…
How on God’s green earth is a movie theater supposed to prevent a mass shooting? Aside from lobbying congress for stricter gun control laws, I don’t see how it is possible. As for the emergency exit, it damn well better be able to be propped open! It’s an emergency exit!
I never understood this. It’s basically penalizing people who renovate their homes.
I disagree. I had a cheap stroller with my first and hated it so much. It sucked to push that thing, so much so that I hated going on walks around the neighborhood. I bought an UppaBaby for my second kid from craigslist with the toddler board attachment. I can push and turn it with one hand with both kids (now 4 and…
A thousand times YES to the highchair. When my first was born, we purchased the padded, reclining, removable tray and removable tray topper high chair. Cleaning that fucking thing took 30 minutes.
YES, a thousand times YES. I can’t stand open concept. I don’t want a sofa in my kitchen thankyouverymuch. I want my kitchen to be my kitchen and my living room to be my living room.
My kids are 2 and 4 and when people ask us if we’re going on vacation this summer, I laugh. At this age, going on vacation would be all of the work of having a 2 and 4 year old with none of the conveniences of being at home.
Yes, this exactly. It is something I cannot understand from the Bernie supporters. Clinton doesn’t align with your political ideals, I understand that. I respect that. Hell, I’d even go so far as to give you a pat on the back for fighting the good fight and voting third party were this any other election. But please.…
I loved, LOVED the American Girl dolls. I’m an old, so I had the first edition dolls of Kirsten, Samantha, and Molly. I read all their books, played with them for hours on end, and took such good care of them. I still have them, plus all their accessories, stored in my basement. Samantha’s head is a bit wobbly and…