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25 years ago, it was a dirt lot without even a road leading to it.

Today, it's fast cash. Yup. That's Sis' house - on the market, priced for a fast sale.

I'm out of things to say anymore.

And no...not a word from her. Rude text messages, avoidance (she's even unfriended me on Facebook) and absolute granola-grade flaking out.

When I'm not livid, I'm terrified.
kyburg: (angry)
25 years ago, it was a dirt lot without even a road leading to it.

Today, it's fast cash. Yup. That's Sis' house - on the market, priced for a fast sale.

I'm out of things to say anymore.

And no...not a word from her. Rude text messages, avoidance (she's even unfriended me on Facebook) and absolute granola-grade flaking out.

When I'm not livid, I'm terrified.
kyburg: (angry)
25 years ago, it was a dirt lot without even a road leading to it.

Today, it's fast cash. Yup. That's Sis' house - on the market, priced for a fast sale.

I'm out of things to say anymore.

And no...not a word from her. Rude text messages, avoidance (she's even unfriended me on Facebook) and absolute granola-grade flaking out.

When I'm not livid, I'm terrified.
kyburg: (Default)
Some Taiwanese women are reluctant to have children.

"We think it's not suitable to raise children, especially in Taiwan. In Taiwan, when a girl gets married she has to sacrifice a lot," one says.

"Once she reaches a certain academic level she can't just stay at home and take care of kids and her parents-in-law, but that's still what the older generation expects from them."

Another says: "Taiwan's work hours are really long. That makes it difficult to get married and have kids. You might not have much free time and it's hard to relax."


My agency right now is placing more children born in Taiwan than are born in mainland China. Why? The kids are there, needing families. More of them now than in the China program.

The wait right now is about two years - for an infant, mind. The hardest kind of adoption to find. If you are willing to adopt from foster care, older child? No problem. Six months, most of that court process time. For the China program? Check my profile - our LID for China was 02/27/07. Right now, five years and could go to seven.

In our case, our child was left at the hospital by the first mother. He was not the product of the marriage she was in - and at the time, presented with minor medical need. He was placed for adoption essentially at birth, but waited over two years before being released for a placement overseas. He wasn't special in that regard, as I'm finding.

So - not only do you have a significantly reduced birthrate, even infants released for adoption at birth aren't finding families. It's that tough and if you have a choice? You don't chose to become parents.

Here in the States, the primary indicator for declaring bankruptcy if you're female is whether or not you have children, married or single.

We are still positive on birthrate. But our children live in poverty at a rate most people would find horrifying - if they knew and actually processed what that meant. Remember, bankruptcy indicator.

It's not simple enough to say the wrong people are having children - ANYONE having children are subject to this risk of absolute financial disaster, no other factors consulted.

And still, the CW is 'I got mine, screw you! I don't want to pay for ANYONE else but me!'

Gosh, this just doesn't work. I don't know that we need to be overly concerned about global warming or not. A species that doesn't reproduce...and then rejects their young? Um. Yeah. That. That's painting with a broad brush, but geez.

(By comparison, even places that provide all kinds of incentives aren't doing much better - but being an absolute indicator of whether you're going to be a winner or a loser? It doesn't get much starker than this.)
kyburg: (I got nothin')
Some Taiwanese women are reluctant to have children.

"We think it's not suitable to raise children, especially in Taiwan. In Taiwan, when a girl gets married she has to sacrifice a lot," one says.

"Once she reaches a certain academic level she can't just stay at home and take care of kids and her parents-in-law, but that's still what the older generation expects from them."

Another says: "Taiwan's work hours are really long. That makes it difficult to get married and have kids. You might not have much free time and it's hard to relax."


My agency right now is placing more children born in Taiwan than are born in mainland China. Why? The kids are there, needing families. More of them now than in the China program.

The wait right now is about two years - for an infant, mind. The hardest kind of adoption to find. If you are willing to adopt from foster care, older child? No problem. Six months, most of that court process time. For the China program? Check my profile - our LID for China was 02/27/07. Right now, five years and could go to seven.

In our case, our child was left at the hospital by the first mother. He was not the product of the marriage she was in - and at the time, presented with minor medical need. He was placed for adoption essentially at birth, but waited over two years before being released for a placement overseas. He wasn't special in that regard, as I'm finding.

So - not only do you have a significantly reduced birthrate, even infants released for adoption at birth aren't finding families. It's that tough and if you have a choice? You don't chose to become parents.

Here in the States, the primary indicator for declaring bankruptcy if you're female is whether or not you have children, married or single.

We are still positive on birthrate. But our children live in poverty at a rate most people would find horrifying - if they knew and actually processed what that meant. Remember, bankruptcy indicator.

It's not simple enough to say the wrong people are having children - ANYONE having children are subject to this risk of absolute financial disaster, no other factors consulted.

And still, the CW is 'I got mine, screw you! I don't want to pay for ANYONE else but me!'

Gosh, this just doesn't work. I don't know that we need to be overly concerned about global warming or not. A species that doesn't reproduce...and then rejects their young? Um. Yeah. That. That's painting with a broad brush, but geez.

(By comparison, even places that provide all kinds of incentives aren't doing much better - but being an absolute indicator of whether you're going to be a winner or a loser? It doesn't get much starker than this.)
kyburg: (I got nothin')
Some Taiwanese women are reluctant to have children.

"We think it's not suitable to raise children, especially in Taiwan. In Taiwan, when a girl gets married she has to sacrifice a lot," one says.

"Once she reaches a certain academic level she can't just stay at home and take care of kids and her parents-in-law, but that's still what the older generation expects from them."

Another says: "Taiwan's work hours are really long. That makes it difficult to get married and have kids. You might not have much free time and it's hard to relax."


My agency right now is placing more children born in Taiwan than are born in mainland China. Why? The kids are there, needing families. More of them now than in the China program.

The wait right now is about two years - for an infant, mind. The hardest kind of adoption to find. If you are willing to adopt from foster care, older child? No problem. Six months, most of that court process time. For the China program? Check my profile - our LID for China was 02/27/07. Right now, five years and could go to seven.

In our case, our child was left at the hospital by the first mother. He was not the product of the marriage she was in - and at the time, presented with minor medical need. He was placed for adoption essentially at birth, but waited over two years before being released for a placement overseas. He wasn't special in that regard, as I'm finding.

So - not only do you have a significantly reduced birthrate, even infants released for adoption at birth aren't finding families. It's that tough and if you have a choice? You don't chose to become parents.

Here in the States, the primary indicator for declaring bankruptcy if you're female is whether or not you have children, married or single.

We are still positive on birthrate. But our children live in poverty at a rate most people would find horrifying - if they knew and actually processed what that meant. Remember, bankruptcy indicator.

It's not simple enough to say the wrong people are having children - ANYONE having children are subject to this risk of absolute financial disaster, no other factors consulted.

And still, the CW is 'I got mine, screw you! I don't want to pay for ANYONE else but me!'

Gosh, this just doesn't work. I don't know that we need to be overly concerned about global warming or not. A species that doesn't reproduce...and then rejects their young? Um. Yeah. That. That's painting with a broad brush, but geez.

(By comparison, even places that provide all kinds of incentives aren't doing much better - but being an absolute indicator of whether you're going to be a winner or a loser? It doesn't get much starker than this.)
kyburg: (Default)
I can't believe I did the whoooooole thing.

(You did, Donna, you did.)

I can't believe I did the whooooooooole thing!

Somewhere about Wednesday of last week, it became plain as plain thing that I wasn't going to get Mom (or my niece and grand-nephew) out for Easter.

Somewhere about Friday, I got a call from BIL - Mom got back bloodwork that had been Bad. And there was now a plan for that branch of the family to go out Sunday. Okay. Watch me dance the Riverdance, do multiple calculations in my head while directing cats in heavy traffic. Naked.

Saturday, I basically got up and grabbed the bullwhip. Folks, get your breakfasts done - I have a list that has to get done by noon or else.

Well, the call came in to meet up at Mom's before the shopping at Target, so the idea of redressing us all in Easter Clothes got scrapped - don't need that, we're not staying long enough for anyone to know what we have on. ^^

But the eggs MUST get colored, the ancillary shopping MUST get done, the lunch MUST be eaten and so on.

I had my walkthrough of the new venue for the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books (say that three times fast, try writing it over and over again) at USC at 2:00 PM SHARP.

Well, the boys went down for naps and the decision was made NOT to try the Exposition Park museums while I was touring. Jim is still coming off a bad barking cough bug and kid was just as happy to be home on top of him.

But Sunday? Hold onto your ass, Fred.

3:00 AM - I wake up for no particular reason, but when I fall back asleep have the most lucid dreams I can recall in a long time, involving my mother's death, driving airport shuttle again by accident (and trying to figure out how to return the van without getting caught) and running into many ex-coworkers when I try. Also, I still only cry in my dreams. Special.
5:30 AM - The household wakes. Bringing small child back to bed with us for a snuggle, I try to decide who is going to get out of bed, hide the eggs and make it back without tipping off small child. While boys are working out the intricacies of Pokemon Black, I make my move. Bringing back the empty egg cartons, I claim the Easter Bunny has ransacked my refrigerator and the eggs are all OVER the backyard! Egg hunt ensues, he finds them all and much fun is had. This is followed up with a proper breakfast made from the eggy booty. (He gets two of them, peeled and halved - Mom and Dad get creamed eggs on toast.)
9:30 - we are in church, having run to the market to get flowers, cupcakes and cookies first. Egg hunt #2 right after services. Resurrection story described with flowers and butterflies - WIN. (Kid plays plants vs. zombies all the way through sermon, paster in full knowledge of same and grinning. WIN TWICE.)
10:45 - On our way to get to Sis' house for a 11:30 departure to Hemet. We make it.
1:00 Arrive in Hemet, watching everybody else arrive within five minutes of each other. We are GOOD, people. Party, party, party, party - EAT - visit, repeat. Make Mom's day and I get to see the lab results and exhale. I am promptly curbed by Sis because we all know my experience with these types of things is very skewed because I've buried a husband who had them all first. (Short answer - they're not perfect, but not out of line for someone 87 years old with one kidney on four BIG GUN antibiotics the last two weeks. Stay tuned.) Egg hunt #3 a total success.
4:30ish - Everyone packs up and goes home, decision made to have dinner back in town with Sis and her crew because they are overnighting at LAX in poshy hotel digs to take kid to airport at OHDAMNITSEARLY for flight to Hawaii with ROTC. We decide on place while enroute home via text messages, me using both smart phones to make it happen. Smug.
6:00 - Arrive home. Kid has slept most of the way home. Get out, unkink and make sure house has not burned down. Cats shocked.
6:30 - Back in car, off to dinner. Num, num dinner. NUM. BEER!
8:00 - Back home, kid and fella into pajamas, tucked into bed. They crashed like loggy log things.
8:45 - I climb in after locking and checking house over. Clean up iPod.
9:30 - Call Rey and update.
9:45 - Tuck in with DS and Pokemon - kick Final Four, N and N's Dad's BOOTY. Watch credits roll.
10:15 - Save game, turn off and sleep like dead.

I am also now convinced you can't ruin a kid's appetite with Easter candy. My kid was not curbed from anything and he ate EVERYTHING I could have asked for.

This morning, we all got the shower, out the door on time, forgetting nothing and I actually got to my desk at my preferred hour. Shocked, I tell you.

Reset button - appears to exist after all.
kyburg: (Default)
I can't believe I did the whoooooole thing.

(You did, Donna, you did.)

I can't believe I did the whooooooooole thing!

Somewhere about Wednesday of last week, it became plain as plain thing that I wasn't going to get Mom (or my niece and grand-nephew) out for Easter.

Somewhere about Friday, I got a call from BIL - Mom got back bloodwork that had been Bad. And there was now a plan for that branch of the family to go out Sunday. Okay. Watch me dance the Riverdance, do multiple calculations in my head while directing cats in heavy traffic. Naked.

Saturday, I basically got up and grabbed the bullwhip. Folks, get your breakfasts done - I have a list that has to get done by noon or else.

Well, the call came in to meet up at Mom's before the shopping at Target, so the idea of redressing us all in Easter Clothes got scrapped - don't need that, we're not staying long enough for anyone to know what we have on. ^^

But the eggs MUST get colored, the ancillary shopping MUST get done, the lunch MUST be eaten and so on.

I had my walkthrough of the new venue for the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books (say that three times fast, try writing it over and over again) at USC at 2:00 PM SHARP.

Well, the boys went down for naps and the decision was made NOT to try the Exposition Park museums while I was touring. Jim is still coming off a bad barking cough bug and kid was just as happy to be home on top of him.

But Sunday? Hold onto your ass, Fred.

3:00 AM - I wake up for no particular reason, but when I fall back asleep have the most lucid dreams I can recall in a long time, involving my mother's death, driving airport shuttle again by accident (and trying to figure out how to return the van without getting caught) and running into many ex-coworkers when I try. Also, I still only cry in my dreams. Special.
5:30 AM - The household wakes. Bringing small child back to bed with us for a snuggle, I try to decide who is going to get out of bed, hide the eggs and make it back without tipping off small child. While boys are working out the intricacies of Pokemon Black, I make my move. Bringing back the empty egg cartons, I claim the Easter Bunny has ransacked my refrigerator and the eggs are all OVER the backyard! Egg hunt ensues, he finds them all and much fun is had. This is followed up with a proper breakfast made from the eggy booty. (He gets two of them, peeled and halved - Mom and Dad get creamed eggs on toast.)
9:30 - we are in church, having run to the market to get flowers, cupcakes and cookies first. Egg hunt #2 right after services. Resurrection story described with flowers and butterflies - WIN. (Kid plays plants vs. zombies all the way through sermon, paster in full knowledge of same and grinning. WIN TWICE.)
10:45 - On our way to get to Sis' house for a 11:30 departure to Hemet. We make it.
1:00 Arrive in Hemet, watching everybody else arrive within five minutes of each other. We are GOOD, people. Party, party, party, party - EAT - visit, repeat. Make Mom's day and I get to see the lab results and exhale. I am promptly curbed by Sis because we all know my experience with these types of things is very skewed because I've buried a husband who had them all first. (Short answer - they're not perfect, but not out of line for someone 87 years old with one kidney on four BIG GUN antibiotics the last two weeks. Stay tuned.) Egg hunt #3 a total success.
4:30ish - Everyone packs up and goes home, decision made to have dinner back in town with Sis and her crew because they are overnighting at LAX in poshy hotel digs to take kid to airport at OHDAMNITSEARLY for flight to Hawaii with ROTC. We decide on place while enroute home via text messages, me using both smart phones to make it happen. Smug.
6:00 - Arrive home. Kid has slept most of the way home. Get out, unkink and make sure house has not burned down. Cats shocked.
6:30 - Back in car, off to dinner. Num, num dinner. NUM. BEER!
8:00 - Back home, kid and fella into pajamas, tucked into bed. They crashed like loggy log things.
8:45 - I climb in after locking and checking house over. Clean up iPod.
9:30 - Call Rey and update.
9:45 - Tuck in with DS and Pokemon - kick Final Four, N and N's Dad's BOOTY. Watch credits roll.
10:15 - Save game, turn off and sleep like dead.

I am also now convinced you can't ruin a kid's appetite with Easter candy. My kid was not curbed from anything and he ate EVERYTHING I could have asked for.

This morning, we all got the shower, out the door on time, forgetting nothing and I actually got to my desk at my preferred hour. Shocked, I tell you.

Reset button - appears to exist after all.
kyburg: (Default)
I can't believe I did the whoooooole thing.

(You did, Donna, you did.)

I can't believe I did the whooooooooole thing!

Somewhere about Wednesday of last week, it became plain as plain thing that I wasn't going to get Mom (or my niece and grand-nephew) out for Easter.

Somewhere about Friday, I got a call from BIL - Mom got back bloodwork that had been Bad. And there was now a plan for that branch of the family to go out Sunday. Okay. Watch me dance the Riverdance, do multiple calculations in my head while directing cats in heavy traffic. Naked.

Saturday, I basically got up and grabbed the bullwhip. Folks, get your breakfasts done - I have a list that has to get done by noon or else.

Well, the call came in to meet up at Mom's before the shopping at Target, so the idea of redressing us all in Easter Clothes got scrapped - don't need that, we're not staying long enough for anyone to know what we have on. ^^

But the eggs MUST get colored, the ancillary shopping MUST get done, the lunch MUST be eaten and so on.

I had my walkthrough of the new venue for the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books (say that three times fast, try writing it over and over again) at USC at 2:00 PM SHARP.

Well, the boys went down for naps and the decision was made NOT to try the Exposition Park museums while I was touring. Jim is still coming off a bad barking cough bug and kid was just as happy to be home on top of him.

But Sunday? Hold onto your ass, Fred.

3:00 AM - I wake up for no particular reason, but when I fall back asleep have the most lucid dreams I can recall in a long time, involving my mother's death, driving airport shuttle again by accident (and trying to figure out how to return the van without getting caught) and running into many ex-coworkers when I try. Also, I still only cry in my dreams. Special.
5:30 AM - The household wakes. Bringing small child back to bed with us for a snuggle, I try to decide who is going to get out of bed, hide the eggs and make it back without tipping off small child. While boys are working out the intricacies of Pokemon Black, I make my move. Bringing back the empty egg cartons, I claim the Easter Bunny has ransacked my refrigerator and the eggs are all OVER the backyard! Egg hunt ensues, he finds them all and much fun is had. This is followed up with a proper breakfast made from the eggy booty. (He gets two of them, peeled and halved - Mom and Dad get creamed eggs on toast.)
9:30 - we are in church, having run to the market to get flowers, cupcakes and cookies first. Egg hunt #2 right after services. Resurrection story described with flowers and butterflies - WIN. (Kid plays plants vs. zombies all the way through sermon, paster in full knowledge of same and grinning. WIN TWICE.)
10:45 - On our way to get to Sis' house for a 11:30 departure to Hemet. We make it.
1:00 Arrive in Hemet, watching everybody else arrive within five minutes of each other. We are GOOD, people. Party, party, party, party - EAT - visit, repeat. Make Mom's day and I get to see the lab results and exhale. I am promptly curbed by Sis because we all know my experience with these types of things is very skewed because I've buried a husband who had them all first. (Short answer - they're not perfect, but not out of line for someone 87 years old with one kidney on four BIG GUN antibiotics the last two weeks. Stay tuned.) Egg hunt #3 a total success.
4:30ish - Everyone packs up and goes home, decision made to have dinner back in town with Sis and her crew because they are overnighting at LAX in poshy hotel digs to take kid to airport at OHDAMNITSEARLY for flight to Hawaii with ROTC. We decide on place while enroute home via text messages, me using both smart phones to make it happen. Smug.
6:00 - Arrive home. Kid has slept most of the way home. Get out, unkink and make sure house has not burned down. Cats shocked.
6:30 - Back in car, off to dinner. Num, num dinner. NUM. BEER!
8:00 - Back home, kid and fella into pajamas, tucked into bed. They crashed like loggy log things.
8:45 - I climb in after locking and checking house over. Clean up iPod.
9:30 - Call Rey and update.
9:45 - Tuck in with DS and Pokemon - kick Final Four, N and N's Dad's BOOTY. Watch credits roll.
10:15 - Save game, turn off and sleep like dead.

I am also now convinced you can't ruin a kid's appetite with Easter candy. My kid was not curbed from anything and he ate EVERYTHING I could have asked for.

This morning, we all got the shower, out the door on time, forgetting nothing and I actually got to my desk at my preferred hour. Shocked, I tell you.

Reset button - appears to exist after all.
kyburg: (Default)
I'm really getting typical about this whole parenting thing.

I'm just as aghast and petrified as anyone else. *laughs*

There are days when just the one is exhausting, and then there are days I wish I had a dozen so I had more of a sample to work with when trying to figure out 'is this too much or not enough?'

My great and expansive experience. *laughs harder*

Oh, this is so typical. Ask anyone who has had kids. People just flap their hands and laugh at me, so I guess I'm fine.

Right now, I have a kid hitting developmental milestones right on or six months early, like clockwork. Including developing a sense of 'oh, I can not tell you the truth and trick you!' which he finds incredibly entertaining - keep in mind, this age is approaching reason, but doesn't have it yet. This is all still a game, and magic still works and make-believe and reality are one and the same. Tricking you is FUN, but there's nothing reasoned about it.

And oh, it's literal. So very, very literal.

That doesn't mean I'm not stressing a bit about teaching through it. Calling someone a name in jest is the same as doing it in anger - so why doesn't everyone get in trouble every time they do it? (Calling Dad a poopyhead when you get thwarted is different than when Dad calls other people on the road twits when driving - or is it? Hmm.)

He's also trying out new ways to make us cave, which includes tears and wailing which doesn't help. Gosh, someone else got a tasty snack right in front of us that we couldn't have the other day - you would have thought that no goodies EVAR got consumed at our house! Oliver Twist, the works. Did we go back later? Of course! (I promised, like the wussie wuss I am.) Tasty snack, yo.

I'm trying to remember when I was this age. It's not even a fair comparison. I'm remembering things like tincture of green soap and band-aids that left adhesives behind. I had two older siblings, one younger one and didn't go to preschool. There even were no houses next to mine - and walking a quarter of a mile unescorted was just fine.

I got spanked a lot. I don't remember sitting in the corner. I remember staying awake through naptime, expected to stay in bed and stare at the ceiling - but nobody checked on me. I certainly remember getting in BIG trouble if I got out of bed and went into my parent's room at night.

I'd had stitches already. I'd had the nightlight incident that left me scarred and missing 50% of my lower lip. (I'm still thinking I might ask the Grossman Burn Center for an evaluation someday, it's that kind of injury.)

I'd dropped a rock the size of a football on my foot, attempting a drop-kick (uh, materials lesson much?) and removed the nail off one toe. Who brought me in to get checked? Older brother. Who'd saved me from electrocution? Older brother.

I'd spent a whole lot more time on my own with my siblings, to be honest, than parents.

So this is different. In ways I don't have any depth.

They tell you if you have any question if what you're doing is the right thing - when in doubt, nurture. Kid acting out? Nurture. Kid demonstrating attention-seeking behaviors? Give kid MORE attention (of the right kind, mind). Kid doing stuff you don't like? Praise like HECK the stuff he does you do like. And just hang in there and be as consistent as you can, and hang tough.

It must be love. I tell ya.
kyburg: (bad mommy)
I'm really getting typical about this whole parenting thing.

I'm just as aghast and petrified as anyone else. *laughs*

There are days when just the one is exhausting, and then there are days I wish I had a dozen so I had more of a sample to work with when trying to figure out 'is this too much or not enough?'

My great and expansive experience. *laughs harder*

Oh, this is so typical. Ask anyone who has had kids. People just flap their hands and laugh at me, so I guess I'm fine.

Right now, I have a kid hitting developmental milestones right on or six months early, like clockwork. Including developing a sense of 'oh, I can not tell you the truth and trick you!' which he finds incredibly entertaining - keep in mind, this age is approaching reason, but doesn't have it yet. This is all still a game, and magic still works and make-believe and reality are one and the same. Tricking you is FUN, but there's nothing reasoned about it.

And oh, it's literal. So very, very literal.

That doesn't mean I'm not stressing a bit about teaching through it. Calling someone a name in jest is the same as doing it in anger - so why doesn't everyone get in trouble every time they do it? (Calling Dad a poopyhead when you get thwarted is different than when Dad calls other people on the road twits when driving - or is it? Hmm.)

He's also trying out new ways to make us cave, which includes tears and wailing which doesn't help. Gosh, someone else got a tasty snack right in front of us that we couldn't have the other day - you would have thought that no goodies EVAR got consumed at our house! Oliver Twist, the works. Did we go back later? Of course! (I promised, like the wussie wuss I am.) Tasty snack, yo.

I'm trying to remember when I was this age. It's not even a fair comparison. I'm remembering things like tincture of green soap and band-aids that left adhesives behind. I had two older siblings, one younger one and didn't go to preschool. There even were no houses next to mine - and walking a quarter of a mile unescorted was just fine.

I got spanked a lot. I don't remember sitting in the corner. I remember staying awake through naptime, expected to stay in bed and stare at the ceiling - but nobody checked on me. I certainly remember getting in BIG trouble if I got out of bed and went into my parent's room at night.

I'd had stitches already. I'd had the nightlight incident that left me scarred and missing 50% of my lower lip. (I'm still thinking I might ask the Grossman Burn Center for an evaluation someday, it's that kind of injury.)

I'd dropped a rock the size of a football on my foot, attempting a drop-kick (uh, materials lesson much?) and removed the nail off one toe. Who brought me in to get checked? Older brother. Who'd saved me from electrocution? Older brother.

I'd spent a whole lot more time on my own with my siblings, to be honest, than parents.

So this is different. In ways I don't have any depth.

They tell you if you have any question if what you're doing is the right thing - when in doubt, nurture. Kid acting out? Nurture. Kid demonstrating attention-seeking behaviors? Give kid MORE attention (of the right kind, mind). Kid doing stuff you don't like? Praise like HECK the stuff he does you do like. And just hang in there and be as consistent as you can, and hang tough.

It must be love. I tell ya.
kyburg: (bad mommy)
I'm really getting typical about this whole parenting thing.

I'm just as aghast and petrified as anyone else. *laughs*

There are days when just the one is exhausting, and then there are days I wish I had a dozen so I had more of a sample to work with when trying to figure out 'is this too much or not enough?'

My great and expansive experience. *laughs harder*

Oh, this is so typical. Ask anyone who has had kids. People just flap their hands and laugh at me, so I guess I'm fine.

Right now, I have a kid hitting developmental milestones right on or six months early, like clockwork. Including developing a sense of 'oh, I can not tell you the truth and trick you!' which he finds incredibly entertaining - keep in mind, this age is approaching reason, but doesn't have it yet. This is all still a game, and magic still works and make-believe and reality are one and the same. Tricking you is FUN, but there's nothing reasoned about it.

And oh, it's literal. So very, very literal.

That doesn't mean I'm not stressing a bit about teaching through it. Calling someone a name in jest is the same as doing it in anger - so why doesn't everyone get in trouble every time they do it? (Calling Dad a poopyhead when you get thwarted is different than when Dad calls other people on the road twits when driving - or is it? Hmm.)

He's also trying out new ways to make us cave, which includes tears and wailing which doesn't help. Gosh, someone else got a tasty snack right in front of us that we couldn't have the other day - you would have thought that no goodies EVAR got consumed at our house! Oliver Twist, the works. Did we go back later? Of course! (I promised, like the wussie wuss I am.) Tasty snack, yo.

I'm trying to remember when I was this age. It's not even a fair comparison. I'm remembering things like tincture of green soap and band-aids that left adhesives behind. I had two older siblings, one younger one and didn't go to preschool. There even were no houses next to mine - and walking a quarter of a mile unescorted was just fine.

I got spanked a lot. I don't remember sitting in the corner. I remember staying awake through naptime, expected to stay in bed and stare at the ceiling - but nobody checked on me. I certainly remember getting in BIG trouble if I got out of bed and went into my parent's room at night.

I'd had stitches already. I'd had the nightlight incident that left me scarred and missing 50% of my lower lip. (I'm still thinking I might ask the Grossman Burn Center for an evaluation someday, it's that kind of injury.)

I'd dropped a rock the size of a football on my foot, attempting a drop-kick (uh, materials lesson much?) and removed the nail off one toe. Who brought me in to get checked? Older brother. Who'd saved me from electrocution? Older brother.

I'd spent a whole lot more time on my own with my siblings, to be honest, than parents.

So this is different. In ways I don't have any depth.

They tell you if you have any question if what you're doing is the right thing - when in doubt, nurture. Kid acting out? Nurture. Kid demonstrating attention-seeking behaviors? Give kid MORE attention (of the right kind, mind). Kid doing stuff you don't like? Praise like HECK the stuff he does you do like. And just hang in there and be as consistent as you can, and hang tough.

It must be love. I tell ya.
kyburg: (Default)
You've been warned.

..

So. Mom calls me yesterday, wanting to know how the picnic on Saturday went. *facesmacks* She misses me - and yes, I believe that. I miss her too, but she's a three hour drive away with gas over $3 a gallon. Some things, you just can't work around.

Lemme think. Well, I could have gotten up at 5:00 AM on Saturday morning, hoped it only took two hours each way to go get and get her - take her to the picnic, and then drive another three there, and another two home...and not spend any time visiting at the house, of course.

Would have put me home at 9:00 PM, guaranteed. For a three-hour picnic. Hey, logistics. I hate you.

Let's see. That's worth about 500 frequent flyer miles on the Mommy Guilt Trip scale.

Now. Sis is having a BBQ at her house over Labor Day. Think anyone'll have trouble making that one?

Thought so.

Well, maybe being happy that the picnic meant something to Mom is enough. I think she really does miss me. *grumbles*

It's not that this is an everyday occurance, after all.

*snark* *cow kicks desk*

It's just the confusion that gets me. Am I supposed to be surprised and pleased or guilty? Or what.

What works. The whole "afterthought" thing I got my head around a long time ago.

*grumble*

As for work, nuking the workload from orbit sounds very good right now.
kyburg: (Hurt)
You've been warned.

..

So. Mom calls me yesterday, wanting to know how the picnic on Saturday went. *facesmacks* She misses me - and yes, I believe that. I miss her too, but she's a three hour drive away with gas over $3 a gallon. Some things, you just can't work around.

Lemme think. Well, I could have gotten up at 5:00 AM on Saturday morning, hoped it only took two hours each way to go get and get her - take her to the picnic, and then drive another three there, and another two home...and not spend any time visiting at the house, of course.

Would have put me home at 9:00 PM, guaranteed. For a three-hour picnic. Hey, logistics. I hate you.

Let's see. That's worth about 500 frequent flyer miles on the Mommy Guilt Trip scale.

Now. Sis is having a BBQ at her house over Labor Day. Think anyone'll have trouble making that one?

Thought so.

Well, maybe being happy that the picnic meant something to Mom is enough. I think she really does miss me. *grumbles*

It's not that this is an everyday occurance, after all.

*snark* *cow kicks desk*

It's just the confusion that gets me. Am I supposed to be surprised and pleased or guilty? Or what.

What works. The whole "afterthought" thing I got my head around a long time ago.

*grumble*

As for work, nuking the workload from orbit sounds very good right now.
kyburg: (Hurt)
You've been warned.

..

So. Mom calls me yesterday, wanting to know how the picnic on Saturday went. *facesmacks* She misses me - and yes, I believe that. I miss her too, but she's a three hour drive away with gas over $3 a gallon. Some things, you just can't work around.

Lemme think. Well, I could have gotten up at 5:00 AM on Saturday morning, hoped it only took two hours each way to go get and get her - take her to the picnic, and then drive another three there, and another two home...and not spend any time visiting at the house, of course.

Would have put me home at 9:00 PM, guaranteed. For a three-hour picnic. Hey, logistics. I hate you.

Let's see. That's worth about 500 frequent flyer miles on the Mommy Guilt Trip scale.

Now. Sis is having a BBQ at her house over Labor Day. Think anyone'll have trouble making that one?

Thought so.

Well, maybe being happy that the picnic meant something to Mom is enough. I think she really does miss me. *grumbles*

It's not that this is an everyday occurance, after all.

*snark* *cow kicks desk*

It's just the confusion that gets me. Am I supposed to be surprised and pleased or guilty? Or what.

What works. The whole "afterthought" thing I got my head around a long time ago.

*grumble*

As for work, nuking the workload from orbit sounds very good right now.
kyburg: (Default)


--

In other news, it's just the three of us for picnic today. Yes, even with six months notice, not a single member of my family can make a Saturday picnic. *rolls eyes*

You know, that whole support thing? Right. You can count on me, but really? I can count on me, too.

*ma ma ma* I understand, of course I do.

In the meantime, I'm a little ticked around the edges. You understand, right?
kyburg: (Default)


--

In other news, it's just the three of us for picnic today. Yes, even with six months notice, not a single member of my family can make a Saturday picnic. *rolls eyes*

You know, that whole support thing? Right. You can count on me, but really? I can count on me, too.

*ma ma ma* I understand, of course I do.

In the meantime, I'm a little ticked around the edges. You understand, right?
kyburg: (Default)


--

In other news, it's just the three of us for picnic today. Yes, even with six months notice, not a single member of my family can make a Saturday picnic. *rolls eyes*

You know, that whole support thing? Right. You can count on me, but really? I can count on me, too.

*ma ma ma* I understand, of course I do.

In the meantime, I'm a little ticked around the edges. You understand, right?

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