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Post by Karen on Apr 20, 2010 13:58:28 GMT -5
I didn't like the whole dating thing either. It was nerve wracking. But I wouldn't say zilch reward to date a lot of men....call it 'practice' and figuring out what you want and need from a guy (besides teh sex, that is ) From I witnessed, I was being generous, saying "zilch" reward. It was more like negative numbers. Ah...that bad, huh? Sorry for your friend.
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Post by Karen on Apr 20, 2010 14:00:33 GMT -5
Oh my!
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Post by Karen on Apr 20, 2010 14:07:56 GMT -5
So. I spent the weekend in Seattle. Took Emily to her first Mariners game (on Kids' day, no less, by complete accident). She got a Felix Hernandez jersey that will fit her when she's about four years old...a certificate with her name on it, the date, and who the M's were playing on her first game day...and she LOVED the wave. Apparently, however, my MIL thinks I'm starving her. Anyone wanna hear her "reasoning"? I knew you would. 1) She's SO much smaller than Amilio. 2) She cries sometimes. 3) I won't let Grandma give her a bottle of formula.4) She only nurses for three or five minutes at a time. Okay, where to start? 1) Amilio is three and a half months older than her, AND a boy. She's as tall as he is, and, in terms of percentiles, is BIGGER than he is for her age. She's 75th for height and 40th for weight; he's 50th/30th. 2) Babies cry for reasons other than hunger, and she's allowed to eat whenever and as much as she wants, PLUS she gets 2-3 meals of solid food a day and whatever table foods she can manage when we eat. And I know what her "hungry" cry sounds like, thankyouverymuch. 3) I was away from her for two days, during which time she got nothing but bottles. When I got back, she was a bit lazy, so I resolved "no bottles" until daycare on Tuesday, so she'd learn to be patient at the breast again. I did not bring my pump to Seattle, and you will NOT give my baby a bottle of formula while I'm sitting right there, boobs and all. 4) Three to five minutes is fairly typical at her age, when distractions are a huge thing. Also, I get four ounces with the pump in three minutes, including lots of yummy hindmilk, and I have to figure she's at least as good as a pump for extracting milk. Oh, and: 5) Her doctor thinks she's perfect. Apparently it wasn't enough to harangue me all weekend in person; she called Dave last night (all of twelve hours after she last saw us) to tell him I wasn't feeding the baby enough. And now Dave is irritated with me because I called his mother "stupid". Okay, technically, I asked IF she's stupid. Because of the whole "direct comparison with a baby half again as old". The REAL reason in red. I'm so sorry for the aggravation you're getting. I got this kind of thing from my mom 36 years ago, but I could put her off easily enough. But mom's are different from MILs. I always gave the standard - he soils enough diapers to fill a small garbage can every day...that should be more than enough proof that he's eating enough. She isn't so much being stupid as controlling. And you aren't going to be able to change her at this point. Smile and nod but stick to your guns/boobs.
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Post by Karen on Apr 20, 2010 14:11:04 GMT -5
Rachael:
Also - Yay! on Emily's first baseball game!
Did you snap any photos to share?
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Post by Karen on Apr 20, 2010 14:15:13 GMT -5
Last-minute panic is definitely setting in. Which I actually do understand this time around; this is one of our main fund-raising events for the year, and for a while there reservations were coming in very slowly. So I totally get the need to do everything possible to maximize our chances for success. Thankfully, it ended up being an easy task—it's essentially a real estate listing, so I just had to plug in the text and pics. Very straightforward—my favorite kind of job. Well done! It was all beginning to sound very Dilbert, though. I have (in addition to the usual weekday routine, and not strangling the Elder Daughter): Painted one side of my little papier-mâché three-panel screen. Black, if anyone is interested. When it's all painted, I have some Japanese art print images I cut out of an old datebook to decoupage onto the panels, and gold and silver joss paper to tear up and use for embellishment. Walked to the shopping center to pick up the pictures from my dad's last roll of film, which Emily finished up over the weekend. He snuck up into the burn area last fall and photographed the damage from the Station Fire, so it should be interesting. Also looks like he got a couple cute pictures of Frisky. Drove to the La Habra library, Trader Joe's, where I called home and checked the answering machine for messages, and the vet because they'd called to tell me that the cats' food was in. So that worked out. Now I need to finish putting away groceries, eat lunch, and get back to painting. And also hope my mom doesn't get bored and call me. I sit by the phone, Monday through Friday from 3:50PM on, because if I don't pick up by the second ring she gets all worried. I can't plan anything else from 3:50 to 4:30 because she expects me to be home and waiting for her to call, and lately she's been calling randomly (and on weekends too) every time she's bored and expecting me to be here to pick up no matter what time it is. I'm about to have a nervous breakdown, because I already expect the worst every time the phone rings, and it's just getting worse. I'm going to have to talk to her about not calling unless it's a real emergency, and why can't she call Ratbag instead. She'll be hurt, I'll feel guilty, and.. basically, I can't win. It's never going to be enough. Gah. Wish me luck. ETA: Also I vacuumed the livingroom and the hall outside the girls' bedrooms, much to the disgust of the tortie. Don't want to forget the vacuuming. I managed to suck up a toy mouse, but since it seems to have got all the way to the bag without blocking anything, I'm just going to pretend it didn't happen. The cats have lots of toy mice; they won't miss this one. Shutting up now. Head you mom off at the pass and call her first! Try a couple of times if you need to until you get her. That way you aren't waiting on pins and needles everyday and you will sound more cheery to her if you aren't worried about missing her call. Or you could call her many times during the day until she tells you to stop calling her so much.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Apr 20, 2010 14:19:12 GMT -5
Oh sure, it's not enough that I have to lay out the auction catalog (an expected and necessary task)—now I also have to lay out the ad someone else wants to place in it? Sure, why not? I love doing someone else's work in addition to my own. Would you like a Tardis and some no doz? Julia, creative-ish but my gawd, have these people no sense of time? TARDIS is a great idea, but cumbersome to park in an office. How about a Time-Turner? Not only are they compact but they make a great fashion accessory.
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Post by Rachael on Apr 20, 2010 14:21:19 GMT -5
So. I spent the weekend in Seattle. Took Emily to her first Mariners game (on Kids' day, no less, by complete accident). She got a Felix Hernandez jersey that will fit her when she's about four years old...a certificate with her name on it, the date, and who the M's were playing on her first game day...and she LOVED the wave. Apparently, however, my MIL thinks I'm starving her. Anyone wanna hear her "reasoning"? I knew you would. 1) She's SO much smaller than Amilio. 2) She cries sometimes. 3) I won't let Grandma give her a bottle of formula. 4) She only nurses for three or five minutes at a time. Okay, where to start? 1) Amilio is three and a half months older than her, AND a boy. She's as tall as he is, and, in terms of percentiles, is BIGGER than he is for her age. She's 75th for height and 40th for weight; he's 50th/30th. 2) Babies cry for reasons other than hunger, and she's allowed to eat whenever and as much as she wants, PLUS she gets 2-3 meals of solid food a day and whatever table foods she can manage when we eat. And I know what her "hungry" cry sounds like, thankyouverymuch. 3) I was away from her for two days, during which time she got nothing but bottles. When I got back, she was a bit lazy, so I resolved "no bottles" until daycare on Tuesday, so she'd learn to be patient at the breast again. I did not bring my pump to Seattle, and you will NOT give my baby a bottle of formula while I'm sitting right there, boobs and all. 4) Three to five minutes is fairly typical at her age, when distractions are a huge thing. Also, I get four ounces with the pump in three minutes, including lots of yummy hindmilk, and I have to figure she's at least as good as a pump for extracting milk. Oh, and: 5) Her doctor thinks she's perfect. Apparently it wasn't enough to harangue me all weekend in person; she called Dave last night (all of twelve hours after she last saw us) to tell him I wasn't feeding the baby enough. And now Dave is irritated with me because I called his mother "stupid". Okay, technically, I asked IF she's stupid. Because of the whole "direct comparison with a baby half again as old". Quick question: did you ask the MiLFH herself if she's stupid, or did you ask Dave if she's stupid? And if it was him, are you sure he's not actually irritated because you asked him a rhetorical question? I'm sorry her behavior put a damper on what sounds like an amazing first baseball game experience with Emily, though. But I'm glad you'll have some great mementos to remember the day by. Heh. No, I asked HIM. When she wasn't able to hear.
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Post by Rachael on Apr 20, 2010 14:22:17 GMT -5
Rachael: Also - Yay! on Emily's first baseball game! Did you snap any photos to share? I did, and I'll upload them soon.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Apr 20, 2010 14:22:41 GMT -5
So. I spent the weekend in Seattle. Took Emily to her first Mariners game (on Kids' day, no less, by complete accident). She got a Felix Hernandez jersey that will fit her when she's about four years old...a certificate with her name on it, the date, and who the M's were playing on her first game day...and she LOVED the wave. Apparently, however, my MIL thinks I'm starving her. Anyone wanna hear her "reasoning"? I knew you would. 1) She's SO much smaller than Amilio. 2) She cries sometimes. 3) I won't let Grandma give her a bottle of formula. 4) She only nurses for three or five minutes at a time. Okay, where to start? 1) Amilio is three and a half months older than her, AND a boy. She's as tall as he is, and, in terms of percentiles, is BIGGER than he is for her age. She's 75th for height and 40th for weight; he's 50th/30th. 2) Babies cry for reasons other than hunger, and she's allowed to eat whenever and as much as she wants, PLUS she gets 2-3 meals of solid food a day and whatever table foods she can manage when we eat. And I know what her "hungry" cry sounds like, thankyouverymuch. 3) I was away from her for two days, during which time she got nothing but bottles. When I got back, she was a bit lazy, so I resolved "no bottles" until daycare on Tuesday, so she'd learn to be patient at the breast again. I did not bring my pump to Seattle, and you will NOT give my baby a bottle of formula while I'm sitting right there, boobs and all. 4) Three to five minutes is fairly typical at her age, when distractions are a huge thing. Also, I get four ounces with the pump in three minutes, including lots of yummy hindmilk, and I have to figure she's at least as good as a pump for extracting milk. Oh, and: 5) Her doctor thinks she's perfect. Apparently it wasn't enough to harangue me all weekend in person; she called Dave last night (all of twelve hours after she last saw us) to tell him I wasn't feeding the baby enough. And now Dave is irritated with me because I called his mother "stupid". Okay, technically, I asked IF she's stupid. Because of the whole "direct comparison with a baby half again as old". Quick question: did you ask the MiLFH herself if she's stupid, or did you ask Dave if she's stupid? And if it was him, are you sure he's not actually irritated because you asked him a rhetorical question? I'm sorry her behavior put a damper on what sounds like an amazing first baseball game experience with Emily, though. But I'm glad you'll have some great mementos to remember the day by. Apparently MiLFH has forgotten how fast babies grow during the first year. Kudoes for not killing her. A lot.
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Post by Sara on Apr 20, 2010 14:54:07 GMT -5
Quick question: did you ask the MiLFH herself if she's stupid, or did you ask Dave if she's stupid? And if it was him, are you sure he's not actually irritated because you asked him a rhetorical question? I'm sorry her behavior put a damper on what sounds like an amazing first baseball game experience with Emily, though. But I'm glad you'll have some great mementos to remember the day by. Heh. No, I asked HIM. When she wasn't able to hear. Probably a smart call.
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Post by SpringSummers on Apr 20, 2010 15:07:28 GMT -5
So. I spent the weekend in Seattle. Took Emily to her first Mariners game (on Kids' day, no less, by complete accident). She got a Felix Hernandez jersey that will fit her when she's about four years old...a certificate with her name on it, the date, and who the M's were playing on her first game day...and she LOVED the wave. Apparently, however, my MIL thinks I'm starving her. Anyone wanna hear her "reasoning"? I knew you would. 1) She's SO much smaller than Amilio. 2) She cries sometimes. 3) I won't let Grandma give her a bottle of formula. 4) She only nurses for three or five minutes at a time. Okay, where to start? 1) Amilio is three and a half months older than her, AND a boy. She's as tall as he is, and, in terms of percentiles, is BIGGER than he is for her age. She's 75th for height and 40th for weight; he's 50th/30th. 2) Babies cry for reasons other than hunger, and she's allowed to eat whenever and as much as she wants, PLUS she gets 2-3 meals of solid food a day and whatever table foods she can manage when we eat. And I know what her "hungry" cry sounds like, thankyouverymuch. 3) I was away from her for two days, during which time she got nothing but bottles. When I got back, she was a bit lazy, so I resolved "no bottles" until daycare on Tuesday, so she'd learn to be patient at the breast again. I did not bring my pump to Seattle, and you will NOT give my baby a bottle of formula while I'm sitting right there, boobs and all. 4) Three to five minutes is fairly typical at her age, when distractions are a huge thing. Also, I get four ounces with the pump in three minutes, including lots of yummy hindmilk, and I have to figure she's at least as good as a pump for extracting milk. Oh, and: 5) Her doctor thinks she's perfect. Apparently it wasn't enough to harangue me all weekend in person; she called Dave last night (all of twelve hours after she last saw us) to tell him I wasn't feeding the baby enough. And now Dave is irritated with me because I called his mother "stupid". Okay, technically, I asked IF she's stupid. Because of the whole "direct comparison with a baby half again as old". She is probably not stupid, but she is not using her brain (of course, this produces the same result). You aren't giving Emily enough food, huh? I had a sis who regularly told me I wasn't giving my son enough LOVE. Sweet, huh? You have not heard the end of baseless, illogical accusations. Trying to use evidence and logic with such a person will get you nowhere. So I give you this handy hint: Pre-grease your ear-canals whenever you know you're going to be around her. Yes - spray in the WD-40, slather in the Vaseline. It helps the words slide right through without that nasty, irritating stop in your brain cavity. Know you are a great mom, and carry yourself with confidence that makes that obvious - all will be well. No matter what words Emily may hear from others, she will never doubt that mom loves her and cares for her and does her best for her. (Well, she may have her moments when she's a teenager, but that's a different story.)
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Post by Queen E on Apr 20, 2010 15:25:01 GMT -5
I'm gonna start a new part, 'kay?
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Apr 20, 2010 15:28:01 GMT -5
Well done! It was all beginning to sound very Dilbert, though. I have (in addition to the usual weekday routine, and not strangling the Elder Daughter): Painted one side of my little papier-mâché three-panel screen. Black, if anyone is interested. When it's all painted, I have some Japanese art print images I cut out of an old datebook to decoupage onto the panels, and gold and silver joss paper to tear up and use for embellishment. Walked to the shopping center to pick up the pictures from my dad's last roll of film, which Emily finished up over the weekend. He snuck up into the burn area last fall and photographed the damage from the Station Fire, so it should be interesting. Also looks like he got a couple cute pictures of Frisky. Drove to the La Habra library, Trader Joe's, where I called home and checked the answering machine for messages, and the vet because they'd called to tell me that the cats' food was in. So that worked out. Now I need to finish putting away groceries, eat lunch, and get back to painting. And also hope my mom doesn't get bored and call me. I sit by the phone, Monday through Friday from 3:50PM on, because if I don't pick up by the second ring she gets all worried. I can't plan anything else from 3:50 to 4:30 because she expects me to be home and waiting for her to call, and lately she's been calling randomly (and on weekends too) every time she's bored and expecting me to be here to pick up no matter what time it is. I'm about to have a nervous breakdown, because I already expect the worst every time the phone rings, and it's just getting worse. I'm going to have to talk to her about not calling unless it's a real emergency, and why can't she call Ratbag instead. She'll be hurt, I'll feel guilty, and.. basically, I can't win. It's never going to be enough. Gah. Wish me luck. ETA: Also I vacuumed the livingroom and the hall outside the girls' bedrooms, much to the disgust of the tortie. Don't want to forget the vacuuming. I managed to suck up a toy mouse, but since it seems to have got all the way to the bag without blocking anything, I'm just going to pretend it didn't happen. The cats have lots of toy mice; they won't miss this one. Shutting up now. Head you mom off at the pass and call her first! Try a couple of times if you need to until you get her. That way you aren't waiting on pins and needles everyday and you will sound more cheery to her if you aren't worried about missing her call. Or you could call her many times during the day until she tells you to stop calling her so much. As President Widmark said in response to the black Lectroid message, it's certainly food for thought. At the moment, I'm leaning towards drastic screening of all calls and telling her to call Ratbag if she just wants to talk to someone. Or my brother the (Br)Other Ratbag. Time they stepped up and took a turn. Yeah, like that's ever going to happen. Is that a flying pig? At least she's still got her best friend, who calls her when the soap they both watch is over to discuss the latest plot developments. I remember when my Bestest Buddy would call me the minute Buffy was over... Good times.
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Post by Queen E on Apr 20, 2010 15:34:11 GMT -5
This thread has ceased to be! New one here.
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