Hello Mudduh Hello Fadduh: ILX Rolling Parenting Thread

Us: "What about the Muslim scripture class?"
Her: "No, I hate that guy!"
Us: "What? Why?"
Her: (looking incredulous) "He's an Indian, man!"

Finding that if we just ignore the crying, he goes back to sleep (after some time of torture) and so do we. Not an easy answer.
We're suffering from parental guilt right now because we won't let the dog up on the new couch. I hope we can be as strong as you two.

We just did this. She rarely wakes up but this night she woke up twice. I went the second time and foolishly picked her up and then read her a story. She was happy, of course, until I put out the lights and attempted to go away. I didn't want to but did leave her alone, crying. She did so for four minutes and then fell asleep. Man, I felt guilty.

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In her mum's arms, after a taxing week (Pam in the hospital since Monday) - finally appeared last night at 10:41pm.

(Sorry if you can't click through on that image - I've made all the baby pix friends'n'family only after some dude wanted to use a pic of Ava for some corporate CD-ROM!)

Good call on the peach, Beth - her skin is like some kind of special, elusive peach you can't quite touch, it's that soft. She's still reddish. A good couple of weeks before she attains Ava's birth pallor, I reckon.

TG was only 12 days early in the end (despite warnings of possible intervention since late September) but she did need to come out - only 4lb 10oz (2.1kg)! The placenta was unusually small.

She's squeaking away at the fireworks right now.

Here is a message to all of yous - REALLY relish the days when you can lift/airplane your children one-handed/at all, because the become un-airplane-able REALLY quickly...or...this is the tale of the 90 lb 7 year old and his father's ruined spine.

Congratulations Pam and Mike. Watch out Mike, you're seriously in the minority now :)

he came out of the room - he won - I lay down with him until he fell asleep.

He used to be so easy to put to bed. I used to be done by 8:15 -- now it's almost 10 before I have any time to myself.

For those who do not frequent the Knitting Thread. This is a picture of me and Ophelia in a... DRESS THAT I KNITTED. HURRAH!

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Honestly? It has more errors than stitches. ;-)

Ava loves her sister:

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This thread is very good for me to come on to when I start to get a) miserable about being pregnant and b) terrifed about being a parent.

I have no interesting parenting stories emanating from Castle CJ this week, except the discussion in the car on the way to school this morning which went something like this :

Me (listening to Radio 2 on car radio) : Oh, it's "Children In Need" next Friday!

Eldest daughter : I can't watch that on telly, it's too awful.

Me (making sympathetic and concerned face) : Aww, do you get sad because of all the children who have such difficult and unhappy lives??

Eldest daughter ; No, it's cos Fearne Cotton presents it, and she's rubbish!

i want the coyote skateboard shirt!

My 22 yr old called me at eight this morning. He was over on the Cape taking an all-day driver retraining class because he racked up too many speeding tickets. He'd forgotten to take the class confirmation form—the piece of paper that says in bold type YOU MUST BRING THIS CONFIRMATION WITH YOU. I had to drive to his apartment, jimmie the door with a credit card, get the paper then read some of it over the phone to the instructor. It did the trick. He's still over there, being forced to watch grisly car-wreck photos, is my guess.
PARENTING CONTINUES!!!!!!!!! (photo is same kid ten years ago)

First trip out today with TG - felt a bit, uh, premature as TG is only 9 days old and we waited until Ava was 19 days old before venturing out with her (and she was due date plus 31 at that point - TG's due date is not until next Tuesday!). But it did snow quite a bit in Feb '05.

What a palaver - figuring out how the Mutsy (Urban Rider frame + Duoseat) fit together and then squeezing it in our little Micra (involving dismantling it, pulling all the wheels off and smushing down the hatch so hard our rear-window brake light fell off) took about 45min. Similar faff at the other end. I'm not sure how Pam's going to manage on her own. You can kinda understand why parents are drawn towards those vile people carriers.

Everton results since TG's arrival: 0-1, 0-1, 0-1. Her early arrival has shaken them, obviously.

Michael - you have beautiful, beautiful daughters.

Cyrus looks like a cheeky monkey, and I want to smooch those cheeks. Now Rufus!

Archel, how are you feeling these days?

Also missing pics of Louis, Edith and Charlotte in NYC. Oh hell, all y'all post some more pictures, please!

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