1. thats-significantly-raven:

nohnoelle:

How To Train Your Humans

I’m obsessed with this

    thats-significantly-raven:

    nohnoelle:

    How To Train Your Humans

    I’m obsessed with this

    (Source: epic-humor, via silverlullabies)

  2. They burned the bridge, then ask why I don’t visit.
    THIS RIGHT HERE. THIS IS IT. THIS EXPLAINS IT ALL. (via dysfunctionalmoment)

    (Source: ayougo, via raine6390)

  3. takeatumsforthat:

Someone just shared this on my local slingers group. Great info! 

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    takeatumsforthat:

    Someone just shared this on my local slingers group. Great info!

    Via www.dearestdiapers.com

    (via griffinsmommy)

  4. Advice on night wetting for a boy who isn't potty trained!

    bumblemama:

    My kids aren’t potty trained. They wear nappies at night. My boy has wet his pjs and bed every night for the last week or more. I think what is happening is that he’s holding himself, then waking slightly and peeing. And a lot comes out, too much for the nappy to take in at once.

    Then he’s wet,…

    We’re obviously not at the potty training stage yet, but I do have some advice as far as the bed being wet goes (if that helps any).

    This sounds silly, but get some of those disposable doggy training pads.  They’re meant to soak up a ton of fluids.  Put one down on the mattress, put a sheet over it, put another pad down on top of the sheet, and put another sheet over that.  So it’d be mattress, pad, sheet, pad, sheet.  My bet is you already have a water-resistant cover on your mattress, but nobody likes to clean those so I’d just put a pad on top anyways.

    The reasoning behind this is when he wets in the middle of the night, you can easily just remove the top sheet and now-wet pad, and you have a sheet/pad below it that is ready-to-go and you’re not fumbling around in the middle of the night trying to change the sheets, or giving up bed space.  Does that make any sense?  I hope it does..

    As far as the actual wetting itself, the only thing I can think of is to make sure he uses the bathroom before bed, and maybe limit his fluid intake to a certain mount of time before bed time (like no more fluids an hour before bed kind of thing).  Again, we haven’t started potty training, but I know with a few of my nieces and nephews that seemed to do the trick.  I even had a nephew who would wet the same time every night, so my sister set an alarm a half hour before that time and woke him, took him to use the bathroom, and everyone went back to bed.  So if he’s wetting the same time, that might be something you could do, too.

  5. thtwhitegurrl:

    slutdust:

    I bought my friend an elephant for their room.

    They said “Thank you.”

    I said “Don’t mention it.”

    Is there a joke here that 15 thousand people get but I don’t?

    (via mthrsuperiorjumpedthegun)

  6. Why don't you take them to the park in the day... like a normal person? Have they even seen another baby? Your kids are going to be so socially backward.
    Anonymous

    I do take them during the day.  We go in the mornings on days where we won’t be going in the evenings.  And when we go in the evenings, we don’t go in the mornings.  Or sometimes we stay in or go run errands or whatever the day brings.  Like today: we’re going in the evening, so we didn’t go this morning.  When the California summers start cooling off and autumn is officially here, we’ll probably go mid-day some days.  I don’t see the issue in the time of day I take my kids to the park; they like it no matter the time.  That also seems like a petty thing to pick at.  Seriously…what does it matter.  (And, for the record, people go to parks all times of the day.  Have you ever been to a park?)

    And we actually meet up with other kids their age.  My kids are socially fine when they’re around other kids; in fact, they’re really drawn towards them and try to interact, and it’s other kids (their age) that will shy away (older kids don’t have that issue as much).  My kids only shy away from other adults they don’t know, and rightfully so.

    But I forgot, you’re a fly on the wall and see everything, and know our day-to-day life (which I don’t even blog other than the once-in-a-blue-moon random to-do list that might have errands on it).  I blog about whatever I want to blog about, and you only know about what I choose to share on here.  I don’t lay out every aspect of my life for all to see, and I actually changed around a few things I used to blog about and no longer do - like individuals outside of my immediate family, for example.

    What I think is funny is the irony in how you are coming to my inbox behind a greyface, and then call my babies socially backwards.  You need to reevaluate the actual words you’re communicating to make sure you know what you’re talking about, because you come off not only hypocritical, but foolish.

  7. I feel like crap today.  I don’t manage well with sickness.  Case in point:

    We started using the other AC again, but in a different spot so it has to have a towel to hang and cover the open area of the sliding doors until we figure out how to rectify that properly.  The towel is brightly-colored paisley, and the sun makes it shine through the other side like a stained-glass window.

    Valentin was terrified of it (even though it was up yesterday and he was fine with it).  It took two hours of screaming in another room before I got him to sleep - and only after reciting two terrible renditions of Goldilocks and Red Riding Hood from memory, lots of rocking, some singing, butt-pats, and the whole nine yards.  I sounded like a rambling drunk who occasionally lost sight of what I was saying with the stories. 

    He only slept for twenty minutes before he woke up screaming again.  I bring him back in and he loses his shit at the sight of the towel.  This back-and-forth between rooms, a bottle, cheerios, nothing was working.

    I’m sick.  I couldn’t think of anything else to get him to stop screaming.  At that point it was 3+ hours of screaming, with a 20 minute break at the 2 hour mark.  So I called Stuart.  He’s not as sick as I am, he’ll know what to do.

    Wanna know his suggestion?

    Take down the towel, Angela.  Use the other AC.

    -_-

    I hate being sick.

  8. thesoftghetto:

niggawithablog:

locc-2dabrain:

krxs10:

why THE FUCK is no one talking about this

why isnt this on the news

we all know the reason why. stop the bullshit.

And this shit happened on May 18…MAY 8-FUCKING-TEENTH!
Story

"But nearly two years after Rainey’s death on June 23, 2012, the Miami-Dade medical examiner has yet to complete an autopsy and Miami-Dade police have not charged anyone.”This happened much longer ago than May 18th.  That’s just the date of the article.

    thesoftghetto:

    niggawithablog:

    locc-2dabrain:

    krxs10:

    why THE FUCK is no one talking about this

    why isnt this on the news

    we all know the reason why. stop the bullshit.

    And this shit happened on May 18…MAY 8-FUCKING-TEENTH!

    Story

    "But nearly two years after Rainey’s death on June 23, 2012, the Miami-Dade medical examiner has yet to complete an autopsy and Miami-Dade police have not charged anyone.”

    This happened much longer ago than May 18th.  That’s just the date of the article.

  9. humansofnewyork:

“We fled to the Philippines, which was under American occupation at the time. But it wasn’t long before the Japanese took over the islands. We were living in Manila, and when the Japanese occupied the city, they began to teach us to read and write Japanese. When the Americans came to retake the city, they invaded from the north, and the Japanese blew up the bridges and barricaded themselves in the southern part of the city where we lived. Shells were falling all around us, because the Japanese had stationed a gun encampment across from our house. One morning, we decided to make a run for the hospital, so that we could put ourselves under the protection of the Red Cross. Our neighbors were running in front of us, pushing their belongings on a pushcart, when they stepped on a land mine and the whole family was killed. We kept running, but when we got to the main street, there was a checkpoint and we weren’t allowed to cross. So we hid beneath a house, and soon we were discovered by Japanese soldiers. They lined us all up against the wall to be executed. We begged and begged and begged for our lives. They finally allowed my mother and the children to step aside, but they told my father to stay. My mother dropped to her knees and asked the Japanese commander to imagine it was his family. And he finally let all of us go.”

    humansofnewyork:

    “We fled to the Philippines, which was under American occupation at the time. But it wasn’t long before the Japanese took over the islands. We were living in Manila, and when the Japanese occupied the city, they began to teach us to read and write Japanese. When the Americans came to retake the city, they invaded from the north, and the Japanese blew up the bridges and barricaded themselves in the southern part of the city where we lived. Shells were falling all around us, because the Japanese had stationed a gun encampment across from our house. One morning, we decided to make a run for the hospital, so that we could put ourselves under the protection of the Red Cross. Our neighbors were running in front of us, pushing their belongings on a pushcart, when they stepped on a land mine and the whole family was killed. We kept running, but when we got to the main street, there was a checkpoint and we weren’t allowed to cross. So we hid beneath a house, and soon we were discovered by Japanese soldiers. They lined us all up against the wall to be executed. We begged and begged and begged for our lives. They finally allowed my mother and the children to step aside, but they told my father to stay. My mother dropped to her knees and asked the Japanese commander to imagine it was his family. And he finally let all of us go.”

  10. We went to the park tonight.  We obviously have been going a lot lately, and keep planning on it.  I won’t blog about every episode unless something happens…SO GUESS WHAT.  Something happened.  Hence this post.  Anyways..

    The babies were doing their thing, running back and forth and chasing each other, exploring whatever they were brave enough to explore.  Valentin picked up some dead/dry “autumn” leaves (just kidding, this is SoCal and it’s probably drought that did them in) and started flapping them around (similar to how little kids do when they’re pretend-flying-like-a-bird).  Eventually Noah caught on about the leaves and it was ALL about the leaves after that.

    Fine, cool, whatever.

    Well, who was in control of which baby switched off between Stuart and I depending on the direction one of them would go.  We make sure they don’t hurt themselves or lick/touch anything they’re not meant to be licking (which is everything)/touching.  Pretty easy to do considering everything.  They’re mostly interested in just running around.

    So I noticed that Noah kept coughing.  Which isn’t too unusual lately; we’re all coming down with something at the moment and he’s had a little cough the past two days.  But, call it motherly intuition or whatever, something just didn’t seem right about his little cough.  It was a bit…persistent?  Like, came back after a few minutes. 

    I asked Stuart to check him because he kept coughing and Stuart reaches in his mouth (he had a hunch he tried to eat something) and says he felt one of the leaf bits (and these leaves were like..solid/hard and sharp from being dried out so much).  It wasn’t until after everything happened he told me by doing so, he pushed the leaf bit back into this throat even further.  After Stuart reached in and pulled his fingers out, Noah is now heaving and hacking away with his coughs, tears are coming down his face from the force of the coughs, and he’s just trying to breathe period.  Stuart tilted him forward and I began beating his back pretty hard (while Stuart was in a panic and said we needed to take him to the hospital..uhhh..no.  It’s not THAT serious..)(also Stuart has an issue about hitting the kids even if it’s a good thing like today…hence him holding [the babies are big] and me hitting) until he started to froth a little and then throw up a few times.  Eventually his vomit was able to dislodge the leaf and the leaf came out with some of it.  I told Stuart to keep him tilted for a few moments and then we sat him upright.  He was perfectly fine and you wouldn’t have known he had had any problem at all.  Thank goodness for knowing baby Heimlich.  If you don’t know it and you have a little, you should learn it because weird stuff happens.

    Meanwhile, Valentin buggered off to a nearby bike rack and was having fun.  So I went to go and collect him while Stuart comforted Noah.

    We obviously didn’t let them near any more leaves after that, and probably won’t for a while (although, admittedly, that’s probably more to do with Stuart being a hovering/panicky parent more than anything else, and it’s easier to deal with the babies than it is with him stressing out).

    Valentin was pretty upset I wouldn’t let him have any more leaves, but eventually there was a middle-aged man who was sitting on a bench watching his son on a swing set, and he had a soccer ball/football under his foot.  Valentin went over to him, swiped the ball, and bolted like no tomorrow with it.  It was hilarious.  Once he was a good distance, and he checked to make sure he was a good distance and wasn’t being followed, he kept setting up the ball to kick it and chase after it to kick it some more.  Eventually we made him hold it again and steered him back towards the man, who had a good spirit about it all.  He gave it back and we said thank you (we’re trying to get the babies to say it; we’ve said it nearly every day of their life [we say it after kisses we receive from them, when they do something favorable/what we ask, etc], so you’d think they’d have caught on by now..).

    But yeah.  Babies are a trip.

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