My mom — a history teacher — did a similar thing, but instead of just taking a soda and leaving, she handed out a pop quiz to every kid present. It was a great way to ensure nobody invited me out again for the rest of my high school career.
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I was ambidextrous in kindergarten. I'd start writing my name with my left and then pass my crayon off to my right. My teacher forced me to only use the right. I feel your pain.
My daughter's a lefty. She's going to take over the world before she's four.
Sing it.
I was starred by Richard Fucking Lawson and now it is all gone. GONE! I used to be somebody. ::sniff::
I can't take hormonal birth control, so ...
God, I miss the snot sucker. Kiddo has a cold today and is insisting on blowing her own nose. There's a lot of sniffling and boogies.
Yeah, my husband got a vasectomy when the kiddo was 11 weeks old. We are SERIOUS about being done.
Don't. It'll make you weep for humanity.
Not gonna lie, I would have KILLED for that. It's really dependent upon the kid's personality.
Wearing her everywhere was the best choice, I think. She was close to me, I could nurse her on demand, and she was up and could see the world. She wanted to be held at all times until she was almost one, so wearing her kept me from losing my mind. Cosleeping came out of exhaustion, but it worked for us.
So I sort of half-assed attachment parenting with Kid Electron when she was an infant. Now that she's older, she's showing off all the virtues that Sears et. al. tout: she's independent, knows that she's loved, we have a strong relationship and bond, she's thriving, she's potty trained, she's incredibly empathetic…
I wish, I dearly wish, that websites would give up the fashion spread styling. I want to see how the shirt actually fits, rather than it being artfully draped and pinned on a teenaged waif. Nothing against the teenage waifs of the world, but I don't think you're really representative of how that's gonna look on my…
Awwwww, yiss.
Oh, and for my mental stability, I have to, have to, have to lift very heavy weights for low reps three times a week. I also have to eat about a gram of protein for every pound of body weight.
I read Rippetoe's Starting Strength and New Rules of Lifting for Women, found Nerdfitness.com, watched hours of form videos on YouTube, and then asked other lifters for help/spots when I was at the gym. It's a matter of just going and doing.
Get Rippetoe. He's the straight dope. My standing overhead press went from 45 pounds to 80 pounds in four weeks, and I'm benching 120 at the moment. (My squats and deads are more impressive — 225 dead, 205 squat.)
Bummer. Now that I have Kid Electron down for the night, I'm considering sneaking off to the gym while the other half stays home. There were too many people waiting for the racks, so I cut my lift short and didn't deadlift. Deadlifts are my LIFE. I need them like breathing! And also to sleep ... though lifting this…
I keep touting weightlifting all over Kinja. It's helped keep my damn BPII in line with very few medications. Lifting!
A friend of mine has been snagging Groupons for different boxes in her city. It's her way of scoping out coaches before she commits to a year-long membership.