Friday, December 22, 2006
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
It's Christmas!
At least here it is! :)
We had Christmas this morning and it was so much fun. Dane got up around 6 and when we took him out to see the tree he was very excited. He ran to the kitchen set first, because it's from Santa and not wrapped. He loved it so much it was hard to convince him to open any other presents. Pretty much everything was a big hit except the 2 packages that had clothes. He was unimpressed and immediately threw them aside. ;)
I was so busy watching and video recording that I forgot to take any pictures till everything was unwrapped. Oops.
He loved shooting his pretend baby brother Owen and the baby stroller across the floor. heh.
Dane loved his kitchen. See him cooking an egg!
Penny & Tiger got new collars and some toys as well. Tiger was too cool to play with his catnip mouse, but Penny was more excited than Dane when we took her stocking down. She played with her new toy and bones forever.
We had Christmas this morning and it was so much fun. Dane got up around 6 and when we took him out to see the tree he was very excited. He ran to the kitchen set first, because it's from Santa and not wrapped. He loved it so much it was hard to convince him to open any other presents. Pretty much everything was a big hit except the 2 packages that had clothes. He was unimpressed and immediately threw them aside. ;)
I was so busy watching and video recording that I forgot to take any pictures till everything was unwrapped. Oops.
He loved shooting his pretend baby brother Owen and the baby stroller across the floor. heh.
Dane loved his kitchen. See him cooking an egg!
Penny & Tiger got new collars and some toys as well. Tiger was too cool to play with his catnip mouse, but Penny was more excited than Dane when we took her stocking down. She played with her new toy and bones forever.
He also really looooooved his balloons. As always, he is totally obsessed with them.
These 2 are from the night before. The stuffed stockings and all the presents under the tree. This is one of my favorite ways to see the tree. It looks so perfect and untouched. The next morning it's always a bit of a mess.
These 2 are from the night before. The stuffed stockings and all the presents under the tree. This is one of my favorite ways to see the tree. It looks so perfect and untouched. The next morning it's always a bit of a mess.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Correction
We've decided to do Christmas tomorrow morning instead. he he
Told you I was bad. Look for pictures to come.
Told you I was bad. Look for pictures to come.
naps
Tell me he's not giving up his nap! He's starting to sleep about 12 hours at night. (waking up around 12 -1 to come sleep with us)
He used to only sleep about 10 and take a 2 hour nap. Now it's starting to be a struggle to get him to nap for more than 30 or 45 minutes.
I love his naps. He can't give them up!!! Can he?
He used to only sleep about 10 and take a 2 hour nap. Now it's starting to be a struggle to get him to nap for more than 30 or 45 minutes.
I love his naps. He can't give them up!!! Can he?
baking
Yesterday I spent all day in the kitchen. I made jambalaya for the crock pot so we could have it for dinner. It was delicious!
I also made a batch of blueberry muffins from scratch. I usually use a box mix, but these were soo much better. Can't beat fresh (OK frozen fresh) wild blueberries.
After that I made Peanut Butter Passion, which WAS from a box. For a box mix, it was a little complicated, but it turned out well. I cut it into bars for D's snack day at work today. d and I ate one though. Yum.
By far, the biggest undertaking was the Candy Cane Cookies. (contrary to what you think, they don't taste like peppermint, but like almond butter cookies. They are shaped like candy canes though.)
Making the dough, separating it, and dying half red and then forming fifty thousand candy canes - it was a big job. My MIL gave me this recipe, *EDIT*
Anyway, I thought these would be perfect for our cookie exchange on Thursday.
I don't know if it's just not a very good recipe, or if she left something out, but the dough was super dry. I added 2 sticks of butter and *voila*! Perfect. (They taste better too.)
So, 3 hours later I had 4 dozen candy cane cookies.
They're about the size of real candy canes, but my MIL makes them much smaller, about the size of mini candy canes. But who has time to make 8 dozen cookies with a toddler underfoot? I barely got as much done as I did.
SO, I sent half with D for his snack day and saved half for our cookie exchange this week. Now I just have to make peanut butter kisses on Wednesday and I'm ready.
Oh yeah, and I have to pack, clean, do laundry, bathe the (stinky!) dog, and have Christmas.
We'll be having Christmas on Friday! Woo hoo! I can't wait to see d's face when he wakes up Friday morning and sees that there are presents under the tree. Makes me want to do Christmas tomorrow instead. I have a terrible time waiting to give people their presents.
He's totally in love with the tree. He'll probably cry when we take it down.
I also made a batch of blueberry muffins from scratch. I usually use a box mix, but these were soo much better. Can't beat fresh (OK frozen fresh) wild blueberries.
After that I made Peanut Butter Passion, which WAS from a box. For a box mix, it was a little complicated, but it turned out well. I cut it into bars for D's snack day at work today. d and I ate one though. Yum.
By far, the biggest undertaking was the Candy Cane Cookies. (contrary to what you think, they don't taste like peppermint, but like almond butter cookies. They are shaped like candy canes though.)
Making the dough, separating it, and dying half red and then forming fifty thousand candy canes - it was a big job. My MIL gave me this recipe, *EDIT*
Anyway, I thought these would be perfect for our cookie exchange on Thursday.
I don't know if it's just not a very good recipe, or if she left something out, but the dough was super dry. I added 2 sticks of butter and *voila*! Perfect. (They taste better too.)
So, 3 hours later I had 4 dozen candy cane cookies.
They're about the size of real candy canes, but my MIL makes them much smaller, about the size of mini candy canes. But who has time to make 8 dozen cookies with a toddler underfoot? I barely got as much done as I did.
SO, I sent half with D for his snack day and saved half for our cookie exchange this week. Now I just have to make peanut butter kisses on Wednesday and I'm ready.
Oh yeah, and I have to pack, clean, do laundry, bathe the (stinky!) dog, and have Christmas.
We'll be having Christmas on Friday! Woo hoo! I can't wait to see d's face when he wakes up Friday morning and sees that there are presents under the tree. Makes me want to do Christmas tomorrow instead. I have a terrible time waiting to give people their presents.
He's totally in love with the tree. He'll probably cry when we take it down.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Charity
D is the King of Cheap. My meetup group of moms adopted a family for Christmas. 4 kids (2, 6, 9, 10) and a single mother.
I donated some money to the organizer to get them some presents. I could have bought presents myself but I hate shopping. It was a decent sum of money, but definitely not outrageous.
I didn't mention it to D at the time because I take care of all the finances and it just never came up. When I told him about it, he flipped. Seriously.
It's not like we're in the poorhouse. We have a wonderful life and while we're definitely not rolling in dough we certainly are blessed and can spare a little to help out a needy family at Christmas.
You'd think I'd bought an expensive, frivolous pair of shoes or a purse or something.
Dude - it's called charity.
(FTR - he did seem somewhat embarrassed about his reaction later, I think he may have been ticked off about something else at the time. Still though, way to make me feel bad for doing something good. Thanks.)
I donated some money to the organizer to get them some presents. I could have bought presents myself but I hate shopping. It was a decent sum of money, but definitely not outrageous.
I didn't mention it to D at the time because I take care of all the finances and it just never came up. When I told him about it, he flipped. Seriously.
It's not like we're in the poorhouse. We have a wonderful life and while we're definitely not rolling in dough we certainly are blessed and can spare a little to help out a needy family at Christmas.
You'd think I'd bought an expensive, frivolous pair of shoes or a purse or something.
Dude - it's called charity.
(FTR - he did seem somewhat embarrassed about his reaction later, I think he may have been ticked off about something else at the time. Still though, way to make me feel bad for doing something good. Thanks.)
Baby Name Bummer
If you'll recall, we had a reason we weren't sharing the baby's name before he was born. D hated hearing other's opinions about names we loved thus causing us to think, "gosh maybe that isn't so great." Well we went ahead and decided to share at Christmas anyway, because I've almost slipped up several times and told the name. There were already a few people who knew, C, A, and some mommy friends from our playgroup.
Well, my mom calls me up this morning and she KNEW the name! How you ask? Well, one of my cousins read it somewhere (here perhaps?) online (my fault I know!) and told her.
Total shock to me because I had no idea she knows where I am online. lol
I would have liked to be the one to tell the name to everyone, but it's really my fault for putting it out there in cyberspace. Oh well.
Now on to the annoying part. The first thing my mom says is "Pierce is too old for a baby."
Dammit woman! THIS is why we were nervous about telling. Sheesh. This is his name, like it or hate it, too bad. Get used to it.
I just clammed up after that and ended the conversation. She called back later to tell me that she really loved it. hmph
Now, you might think, so ONE person (two if you count my dad) learned O's name. Whoopee. No big deal right?
Wrong.
My mother is the queen of not keeping secrets. I know by now that she has told each of her 3 sisters, her parents, my brother, my sister and probably several friends. Telling each of them to act surprised when they find out most likely.
You know "it's a secret, but I'll *just* tell you..."
SO D knows how Mom is and now he had to tell his mom too. You might think this isn't necessary but believe me - it is. My sister works in the same town my IL's live (think SMALL TOWN USA) and if she or her husband just tell one person it will eventually get back to my MIL, who loves to hear gossip.
Word travels fast on the grapevine around there.
The worst part is that MIL has a complex about finding out things before my family. She always wants to be first.
Both times I've been pg she's asked if she knew before my mom. She wanted to be first to hold d in the hospital. (not gonna happen!) She wanted to know if d had talked on the phone to my parents before her. It goes on and on.
That's why we wanted to tell everyone at Christmas - at the same time!
Gah. So now everybody knows. So much for a little bit of surprise.
Maybe we should just change the name.
Well, my mom calls me up this morning and she KNEW the name! How you ask? Well, one of my cousins read it somewhere (here perhaps?) online (my fault I know!) and told her.
Total shock to me because I had no idea she knows where I am online. lol
I would have liked to be the one to tell the name to everyone, but it's really my fault for putting it out there in cyberspace. Oh well.
Now on to the annoying part. The first thing my mom says is "Pierce is too old for a baby."
Dammit woman! THIS is why we were nervous about telling. Sheesh. This is his name, like it or hate it, too bad. Get used to it.
I just clammed up after that and ended the conversation. She called back later to tell me that she really loved it. hmph
Now, you might think, so ONE person (two if you count my dad) learned O's name. Whoopee. No big deal right?
Wrong.
My mother is the queen of not keeping secrets. I know by now that she has told each of her 3 sisters, her parents, my brother, my sister and probably several friends. Telling each of them to act surprised when they find out most likely.
You know "it's a secret, but I'll *just* tell you..."
SO D knows how Mom is and now he had to tell his mom too. You might think this isn't necessary but believe me - it is. My sister works in the same town my IL's live (think SMALL TOWN USA) and if she or her husband just tell one person it will eventually get back to my MIL, who loves to hear gossip.
Word travels fast on the grapevine around there.
The worst part is that MIL has a complex about finding out things before my family. She always wants to be first.
Both times I've been pg she's asked if she knew before my mom. She wanted to be first to hold d in the hospital. (not gonna happen!) She wanted to know if d had talked on the phone to my parents before her. It goes on and on.
That's why we wanted to tell everyone at Christmas - at the same time!
Gah. So now everybody knows. So much for a little bit of surprise.
Maybe we should just change the name.
Saturday, December 16, 2006
wow
Do you realize that baby O is a foot long and weighs over a pound? My uterus looks like I swallowed a large basketball. It's no wonder my back hurts.
*EDIT*
Ah, the holidays.
*EDIT*
Ah, the holidays.
The One
I was recently having a conversation that made me think again about whether or not I believe in THE ONE, destiny, fate, meant to be and all that.
I can't say I believe that there is any ONE person out there that you are meant to meet and spend the rest of your life with in marital bliss. I just don't buy it.
I think it takes a lot of work and commitment but you can make it work with any number of different people. Not anyone of course, because some people just aren't compatible.
Now, not to say that I don't believe that marriage is forever, because I certainly do. I only plan on doing it one time unless (God forbid!) D dies or something.
I do think that there was something pushing us toward meeting each other. There are just too many weird little coincindences in the way we met for me not to believe that we were at least meant to meet each other.
I guess it's sort of hard to explain that I believe we were meant to meet, but I don't necessarily believe in fate. I think.
Truth is, I don't like to believe in fate because that implies that we have no control over what we do. I simply don't believe that's the case. Of course, there are lots of things we have no control over, but we do have free will. We have the power to make decisions and take action.
So maybe I don't believe in fate so much because I believe in God. I believe he has a loose plan laid out but we have the choice to do with our lives what we will. We can make them the best we can, or we can screw them up. Most people probably do a little of both.
I don't really talk about God that often, hardly ever in fact in this blog. Maybe because it's hard to put into words what I really feel, believe or think. Or perhaps because I always hate reading those posts from others that are so dripping with "praise God" "God is great" and all that jazz. Not that I don't believe that, but perhaps my beliefs are just more private. Could just be that I'm Catholic and we are very subdued in our ways.
Plus, I know that not everyone believes the same way I do. I have friends IRL and online that are all sorts of different religions and many that are no religion at all, which is not a problem for me but religion can be a touchy subject for sure.
Politics and religion are two subjects I generally avoid. One - because my political views often don't jive with the religous teachings of my particular religion. Secondly, because I don't like to argue with people. ;)
Back to the point at hand. Do I believe that there is ONE perfect person out there for everyone? no.
Call me cynical, or practical or unromantic, but I just don't believe in it.
I think D is the right guy for me because we are compatible in the ways that are most important to us and we make it work. We work hard at it and we stick.
We want to be together and we made a commitment to each other that we won't break.
That's not to say that things are all roses and rainbows, because they certainly aren't. However, we do have a good marriage and the good times outnumber the bad.
At this point, I'm not sure where I'm going with this so I'm going to just end it now.
That post was all OVER the place and was probably horribly written. Sorry about that readers.
Regardless, what do you think of fate? Destiny? the ONE?
I can't say I believe that there is any ONE person out there that you are meant to meet and spend the rest of your life with in marital bliss. I just don't buy it.
I think it takes a lot of work and commitment but you can make it work with any number of different people. Not anyone of course, because some people just aren't compatible.
Now, not to say that I don't believe that marriage is forever, because I certainly do. I only plan on doing it one time unless (God forbid!) D dies or something.
I do think that there was something pushing us toward meeting each other. There are just too many weird little coincindences in the way we met for me not to believe that we were at least meant to meet each other.
I guess it's sort of hard to explain that I believe we were meant to meet, but I don't necessarily believe in fate. I think.
Truth is, I don't like to believe in fate because that implies that we have no control over what we do. I simply don't believe that's the case. Of course, there are lots of things we have no control over, but we do have free will. We have the power to make decisions and take action.
So maybe I don't believe in fate so much because I believe in God. I believe he has a loose plan laid out but we have the choice to do with our lives what we will. We can make them the best we can, or we can screw them up. Most people probably do a little of both.
I don't really talk about God that often, hardly ever in fact in this blog. Maybe because it's hard to put into words what I really feel, believe or think. Or perhaps because I always hate reading those posts from others that are so dripping with "praise God" "God is great" and all that jazz. Not that I don't believe that, but perhaps my beliefs are just more private. Could just be that I'm Catholic and we are very subdued in our ways.
Plus, I know that not everyone believes the same way I do. I have friends IRL and online that are all sorts of different religions and many that are no religion at all, which is not a problem for me but religion can be a touchy subject for sure.
Politics and religion are two subjects I generally avoid. One - because my political views often don't jive with the religous teachings of my particular religion. Secondly, because I don't like to argue with people. ;)
Back to the point at hand. Do I believe that there is ONE perfect person out there for everyone? no.
Call me cynical, or practical or unromantic, but I just don't believe in it.
I think D is the right guy for me because we are compatible in the ways that are most important to us and we make it work. We work hard at it and we stick.
We want to be together and we made a commitment to each other that we won't break.
That's not to say that things are all roses and rainbows, because they certainly aren't. However, we do have a good marriage and the good times outnumber the bad.
At this point, I'm not sure where I'm going with this so I'm going to just end it now.
That post was all OVER the place and was probably horribly written. Sorry about that readers.
Regardless, what do you think of fate? Destiny? the ONE?
Friday, December 15, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Christmas...
is coming!
Perhaps this will sound asinine to those with a head screwed on right, but last night I looked at the calendar as I was paying bills and realized that Christmas is coming. SOON!
We will be leaving for Texas in a week and a half. Friday night.
Next Friday we are having Christmas at home because I hate missing it even though Dane is still a bit too little to "get" it. Next year we are staying home for Christmas Day at the least, even if I have to hold my breath until I turn blue and pass out.
(or withold sex, which would probably be more effective)
With Dane being almost 3 next year I think he'll be more aware of what's going on, and Owen will be 8 months old or so. Traveling is definitely losing it's appeal.
Perhaps this will sound asinine to those with a head screwed on right, but last night I looked at the calendar as I was paying bills and realized that Christmas is coming. SOON!
We will be leaving for Texas in a week and a half. Friday night.
Next Friday we are having Christmas at home because I hate missing it even though Dane is still a bit too little to "get" it. Next year we are staying home for Christmas Day at the least, even if I have to hold my breath until I turn blue and pass out.
(or withold sex, which would probably be more effective)
With Dane being almost 3 next year I think he'll be more aware of what's going on, and Owen will be 8 months old or so. Traveling is definitely losing it's appeal.
If you know me
in real life, which is probably, like, one of you; you know our secret. Baby boy's name is Owen.
Owen Pierce to be exact.
We'll be spilling the beans to everyone else at Christmas so you can tell A if you like, but if B finds out you knew before her, I'll have to lie and tell her you made it up. :)
Owen Pierce to be exact.
We'll be spilling the beans to everyone else at Christmas so you can tell A if you like, but if B finds out you knew before her, I'll have to lie and tell her you made it up. :)
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Sunday Musings
We've had a busy weekend and I feel like I can't even remember what happened without a recap.
Friday we had pictures. (see below post) Then we ate lunch while waiting for said pictures. We ate at Buffalo Wild Wings and then Coldstone Creamery. Yum! (normally I don't post about food, but I just feel hungry.)
D went back to work for a few hours and then we babysat 2 of d's friends while their parents had a date. The little girl is d's age and the baby is 4-5 months old. It went pretty smoothly but I think I got a glimpse into my future. I'd totally forgotten what it's like to have a newborn (ish) who doesn't "do" anything but need to be held, loved, fed, changed. It's nice but a LOT harder then it was with d because I have, well, d. There were 2 toddlers though, and they kept each other busy and were SO SO cute together. It was fun to watch.
Saturday we had to make a trip to the Boeing store, then the bank, then to pick up a dog crate. (which was already sold, but that's another story.)
Then we had a Christmas party at 11 AM, and another at 7.
We had a friend watch d while we went to the evening party. The plan was to put him to bed around 6:30 and let her just chill out and be here in case he woke up. He, of course, was on to my plan and let his evil side take hold so he didn't go to sleep until almost 7:20. Stinker.
(how does he always know just when it's the worst time to do the opposite of what I want??)
Anyway, the party was fun. Probably a lot more fun if you're drunk - which everyone was.
Except me of course.
D won best back, which was voted on by the players. He really is a good athlete.
I was awarded a gift certificate for $25 to TGIFridays. yummy.
It was for being the best fan/wife or something like that. (more like - letting their best back play. he he)
Sunday D let me sleep in a bit. Then he went to work for a few hours, we took a short nap and then went out to lunch. (TGIFridays of course)
He had rugby at 2 and d and I went to the park since it was 50 today. We got a bit cold after an hour and some older man kept talking to me and creeping me out a bit so we left. We went back to pick up D but he wasn't ready yet so I talked to my mom for about an hour and d watched Elmo on the van's DVD player.
Then we got out and played a bit and finally D was ready to go.
Came home, ate dinner, bought 2 things on Ebay (one for dog, one for baby), addressed and stuffed 36 Christmas cards, and now I'm boring all of you with the details of our everyday life. he he.
Your reward for reading this long ass post:
Baby name hint! D is going to let us tell at Christmas. It doesn't start with a d.
Friday we had pictures. (see below post) Then we ate lunch while waiting for said pictures. We ate at Buffalo Wild Wings and then Coldstone Creamery. Yum! (normally I don't post about food, but I just feel hungry.)
D went back to work for a few hours and then we babysat 2 of d's friends while their parents had a date. The little girl is d's age and the baby is 4-5 months old. It went pretty smoothly but I think I got a glimpse into my future. I'd totally forgotten what it's like to have a newborn (ish) who doesn't "do" anything but need to be held, loved, fed, changed. It's nice but a LOT harder then it was with d because I have, well, d. There were 2 toddlers though, and they kept each other busy and were SO SO cute together. It was fun to watch.
Saturday we had to make a trip to the Boeing store, then the bank, then to pick up a dog crate. (which was already sold, but that's another story.)
Then we had a Christmas party at 11 AM, and another at 7.
We had a friend watch d while we went to the evening party. The plan was to put him to bed around 6:30 and let her just chill out and be here in case he woke up. He, of course, was on to my plan and let his evil side take hold so he didn't go to sleep until almost 7:20. Stinker.
(how does he always know just when it's the worst time to do the opposite of what I want??)
Anyway, the party was fun. Probably a lot more fun if you're drunk - which everyone was.
Except me of course.
D won best back, which was voted on by the players. He really is a good athlete.
I was awarded a gift certificate for $25 to TGIFridays. yummy.
It was for being the best fan/wife or something like that. (more like - letting their best back play. he he)
Sunday D let me sleep in a bit. Then he went to work for a few hours, we took a short nap and then went out to lunch. (TGIFridays of course)
He had rugby at 2 and d and I went to the park since it was 50 today. We got a bit cold after an hour and some older man kept talking to me and creeping me out a bit so we left. We went back to pick up D but he wasn't ready yet so I talked to my mom for about an hour and d watched Elmo on the van's DVD player.
Then we got out and played a bit and finally D was ready to go.
Came home, ate dinner, bought 2 things on Ebay (one for dog, one for baby), addressed and stuffed 36 Christmas cards, and now I'm boring all of you with the details of our everyday life. he he.
Your reward for reading this long ass post:
Baby name hint! D is going to let us tell at Christmas. It doesn't start with a d.
Friday, December 08, 2006
bragging
We took Christmas pics today and my kid is so damn cute. You don't have to agree, but it's my blog so there. :P
Here are a few pics, even though we bought a TON more, I'm too lazy to upload them all with my dial up.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
meh
I'm bored. Dane's sleeping. The house is clean except it needs to be vacuumed, which I can't do while d is sleeping.
There is laundry in the dryer, but who wants to do that?
Stupid President is on AGAIN at 10 am, can't he wait till 11? I just want to see The View. Hmph.
We've been busy this week, so maybe that's why I feel bored today. Tomorrow we have pictures finally! Then I'm babysitting for a friend. Saturday we have 2 Christmas parties!
This is a boring post, but that's ok cause that's how I feel. blah
There is laundry in the dryer, but who wants to do that?
Stupid President is on AGAIN at 10 am, can't he wait till 11? I just want to see The View. Hmph.
We've been busy this week, so maybe that's why I feel bored today. Tomorrow we have pictures finally! Then I'm babysitting for a friend. Saturday we have 2 Christmas parties!
This is a boring post, but that's ok cause that's how I feel. blah
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
This is for A
Forgive me. I'm being crabby and probably only one person who
reads this will know what the hell I'm talking about.
5 things you don't know about me
I was tagged by NWB! So here it goes.
- I want 4 kids and I'm hoping it will keep me out of the job force for a long time because I can't decide what I want to do with my life and I'm pretty sure I don't want to go back to teaching.
- I think there is a good possiblity I might actually be addicted (or at least strongly attached to) the internet. My husband has NO idea how much time I spend online while he's at work. I know when Baby2 comes it is going to cut into my internet time and I think it will be good for me.
- I think I had postpartum depression after d was born and I never told anyone, even my husband. I am terrified that it will happen again, and be worse this time. However, this time I plan on being prepared for it to happen and I plan on telling D and my dr about it this time if it does.
- I am afraid I *could* become an alcoholic if given the opportunity and it keeps me from drinking too much. My family has several alcoholics and drug addicts and I know what their lives are like. I certainly do have an addictive personality so I know it's possible. (see #2) I could also be addicted to sugar.
- I think I'm a better mother than my sister, my own mother and my mother in law.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Monday, December 04, 2006
It's a boy!!
The tech couldn't get the best view, but she seemed sure that it is a boy. This little one is sooo lazy that they had a hard time seeing anything. lol He also kept hiding his face with both hands so we couldn't get the best look. The little guy weighs about 12 oz. I'll know more after my appt with my actual dr on Wednesday, but all seemed well. :)
Sunday, December 03, 2006
eeps
We were in church this morning, not in the sanctuary, but in the entrance where there are benches and seats for those with toddlers and babies who can't seem to keep it together. We sit there a lot.
Anyway, this mother comes out of the sanctuary with a baby. He was definitely less than six months old. She slapped his hand so hard we could hear it all the way across our rather large church. She is telling him no. (for what we couldn't figure out!) During the rest of the mass she slapped his hands several times, spanked him and yelled at him. I wanted to smack her. I couldn't concentrate on the homily at all. :( It was disturbing.
I mean, if you believe in spanking, fine whatever. BUT a baby that young? It made me rather sick.
I have, in frustration and poor judgement, slapped Dane's hands 3 or 4 times in the last 9 months or so. I even spanked him once, not terribly long ago, and he looked at me like I was insane. Never hard enough that he seemed to notice, but nonetheless it left me feeling horrible, guilty and like calling CPS on myself. It's just not something *I* want to do.
I cannot imagine doing that to a small baby, in public no less! It makes me wonder what goes on at home.
I just had to get that out.
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Now - my parents were spankers and yellers, and D's parents were spankers, though not as much on the yelling I think. I have been trying my best to do neither if I can help it. I do raise my voice sometimes, but rarely actually yell.
Spanking is harder, because it's like an instinct. I don't understand it at all. I don't WANT to do it, but when I get frustrated, it's the first thing that pops into my mind. I have to fight it off and it scares me a little. There is anger there.
I hate even admitting that, but I would like to know if I need help or if I'm relatively normal.
??
Anyway, this mother comes out of the sanctuary with a baby. He was definitely less than six months old. She slapped his hand so hard we could hear it all the way across our rather large church. She is telling him no. (for what we couldn't figure out!) During the rest of the mass she slapped his hands several times, spanked him and yelled at him. I wanted to smack her. I couldn't concentrate on the homily at all. :( It was disturbing.
I mean, if you believe in spanking, fine whatever. BUT a baby that young? It made me rather sick.
I have, in frustration and poor judgement, slapped Dane's hands 3 or 4 times in the last 9 months or so. I even spanked him once, not terribly long ago, and he looked at me like I was insane. Never hard enough that he seemed to notice, but nonetheless it left me feeling horrible, guilty and like calling CPS on myself. It's just not something *I* want to do.
I cannot imagine doing that to a small baby, in public no less! It makes me wonder what goes on at home.
I just had to get that out.
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Now - my parents were spankers and yellers, and D's parents were spankers, though not as much on the yelling I think. I have been trying my best to do neither if I can help it. I do raise my voice sometimes, but rarely actually yell.
Spanking is harder, because it's like an instinct. I don't understand it at all. I don't WANT to do it, but when I get frustrated, it's the first thing that pops into my mind. I have to fight it off and it scares me a little. There is anger there.
I hate even admitting that, but I would like to know if I need help or if I'm relatively normal.
??
tomorrow
is the day. Less than 24 hours and we'll know how little baby is doing. It's so hard to wait. I'm so tired though, I'll definitely be able to sleep tonight.
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