Mine put waffles in the VCR and painted the bathroom vanity with nail polish.Gotta luv kids.
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I told my oldest to clean his room.He was 8.He threw everything out the window.
I was punishing him and told him"do not come out of that bedroom door until I say so",he was 5,he climbed out the window and came in the front door.
I was punishing him and told him"do not come out of that bedroom door until I say so",he was 5,he climbed out the window and came in the front door.
My favorite - that I have picture evidence of - was DS#3 writing with red marker on the walls in the this house weeks after we moved in. He wrote on the kitchen wall, around the fireplace, drew a family picture of the 5 of us on the landing going upstairs - complete with eyeball and hands (he was 2.5) and then held the marker to the wall while he walked upstairs. All in the time it took me to unload the dryer, move wash from the washer into the dryer and start another load in the washer.
Thanks Goodness for washable markers! I have a great picture of him sitting on the steps looking down at me through the spindles while I told his dad (the hubs) what had happened on the phone. I was torn between screaming and laughing. Seriously, the family pic was awesome lol!
DS#1 would call from his room where he'd been send for time out "I be good now"
Another time he pushed me head first into the bathtub as I knelt down to check the water temp.
He once climbed into the full bathtub in Oshkosh overalls and his only pair of shoes. That time I did cry. Those shoes were $36 (yes I still remember) and it was 15 years ago, I'd just become a stay at home mom (sahm) due to our move and money was very VERY tight. He had very wide feet and only Stride Rite shoes fit him.
DS#2 painted nail polish (bad mommy!) on the living room carpet. I hated that carpet and quietly did a happy dance. Unfortunately DH was able to remove the polish without ruining the carpet.
He also put a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the VCR. And locked me out of the house when I went out to get the mail. Thankfully our neighbor still had a key from the previous owners and came home to let her dog out during her lunch break!
Thanks Goodness for washable markers! I have a great picture of him sitting on the steps looking down at me through the spindles while I told his dad (the hubs) what had happened on the phone. I was torn between screaming and laughing. Seriously, the family pic was awesome lol!
DS#1 would call from his room where he'd been send for time out "I be good now"
Another time he pushed me head first into the bathtub as I knelt down to check the water temp.
He once climbed into the full bathtub in Oshkosh overalls and his only pair of shoes. That time I did cry. Those shoes were $36 (yes I still remember) and it was 15 years ago, I'd just become a stay at home mom (sahm) due to our move and money was very VERY tight. He had very wide feet and only Stride Rite shoes fit him.
DS#2 painted nail polish (bad mommy!) on the living room carpet. I hated that carpet and quietly did a happy dance. Unfortunately DH was able to remove the polish without ruining the carpet.
He also put a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the VCR. And locked me out of the house when I went out to get the mail. Thankfully our neighbor still had a key from the previous owners and came home to let her dog out during her lunch break!
This seems like a long time ago in a land far-far away.
I was in a relationship with someone whose mom had been killed. My partner was the 5th of 12 children. Suddenly, 5 kids under the age of 18 needed a home. We took two, a 12 yr od boy and a 15 yr old girl. I'd never met them before because they lived 4 states away.
Ok, recap= lesbian relationship with 12 yr old boy who hated gay people. He wrote fags on the street in front of our house with an arrow pointing the way. I left it there. The bus picked him up right in front of the house. After the first school bus day, he was out there trying to figure out how to clean it up.
The girl was easy. He was hard. I paid them 20 bucks to read each book that I picked. Oh yeah, the boy was behind two grade levels. He ended up skipping one grade by doing summer school and working hard.
fast forward= girl in Sweden working on her PHD in nano physics and boy is working at a bar and going to college. He's no longer a homophobe but we don't hang out all that much. Girl pretty much lived with me until moving to Sweden.
I was in a relationship with someone whose mom had been killed. My partner was the 5th of 12 children. Suddenly, 5 kids under the age of 18 needed a home. We took two, a 12 yr od boy and a 15 yr old girl. I'd never met them before because they lived 4 states away.
Ok, recap= lesbian relationship with 12 yr old boy who hated gay people. He wrote fags on the street in front of our house with an arrow pointing the way. I left it there. The bus picked him up right in front of the house. After the first school bus day, he was out there trying to figure out how to clean it up.
The girl was easy. He was hard. I paid them 20 bucks to read each book that I picked. Oh yeah, the boy was behind two grade levels. He ended up skipping one grade by doing summer school and working hard.
fast forward= girl in Sweden working on her PHD in nano physics and boy is working at a bar and going to college. He's no longer a homophobe but we don't hang out all that much. Girl pretty much lived with me until moving to Sweden.
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Enid - is the girl that brought her SO home this winter?
How does a 12 yr old boy hate gay people? So sad.
How does a 12 yr old boy hate gay people? So sad.
I had a 5 year old tell me that Livi "needs a daddy". I'm assuming this is something he heard from his (at the time) single Mother. I just said back to him "Look at how happy Livi is...she has everything she needs to be happy." He smiled and hugged me. LOL (I used to babysit this boy and he loves me, I wasn't offended, but it makes me look at his Mother differently) Children are so impressionable. One person they look up to or love dearly hates something, they decided they hate that something too. It is sad.
I actually spent 6 years in the KKK. My 1st step father was a big wig in Elwood IN back in the 70's (and beyond I'm sure, as they were divorced in 1980 I lost all contact with him). I went to summer .... school to be taught how to hate. Nice huh? And I already knew I was "different". I made up my mind at 6 years old that I wouldn't hate anyone for the color of their skin or who they loved or what kind of religion they might follow because the things they were saying about *my* kind of different were wrong. I was different, but I was good...so why couldn't the rest of the people they considered different/bad be good? Not all kids can reason like that. I suppose I was lucky in a way.
I accredit becoming the person that I am to two things
1. realising at a very young age that that the ultra conservative, women didn't work, wear makeup or pants, one step down from snake handling church was full of liars and hypocrites. When I was in first grade, another kid didn't get medical care and ended up in a wheelchair because the church decided that God would heal him. I decided right there and then that I better not see an adult who made that decision go to a doctor. I started looking around and taking apart everything that I was told was true.
2. books. Luckily, I loved reading and got to experience life and it's various veiwpoints through books. It was like a world tour to someone who hadn't been anywhere at all.
re: Not all kids can reason like that. I suppose I was lucky in a way.
I think in an extreme enough situation, like the KKK or my families church, it's easier. You see the flaws clearly.
Part of the reason that I formed our intentional family was to surround myself with reasonable people, who don't hate or have completely oppressive views. I have people that I can count on as family because I'm really the only one that got out.
1. realising at a very young age that that the ultra conservative, women didn't work, wear makeup or pants, one step down from snake handling church was full of liars and hypocrites. When I was in first grade, another kid didn't get medical care and ended up in a wheelchair because the church decided that God would heal him. I decided right there and then that I better not see an adult who made that decision go to a doctor. I started looking around and taking apart everything that I was told was true.
2. books. Luckily, I loved reading and got to experience life and it's various veiwpoints through books. It was like a world tour to someone who hadn't been anywhere at all.
re: Not all kids can reason like that. I suppose I was lucky in a way.
I think in an extreme enough situation, like the KKK or my families church, it's easier. You see the flaws clearly.
Part of the reason that I formed our intentional family was to surround myself with reasonable people, who don't hate or have completely oppressive views. I have people that I can count on as family because I'm really the only one that got out.
I had a 5 year old tell me that Livi "needs a daddy". I'm assuming this is something he heard from his (at the time) single Mother. I just said back to him "Look at how happy Livi is...she has everything she needs to be happy." He smiled and hugged me. LOL (I used to babysit this boy and he loves me, I wasn't offended, but it makes me look at his Mother differently) Children are so impressionable. One person they look up to or love dearly hates something, they decided they hate that something too. It is sad.
You were the lucky ones that realized that the people who you were suppose to look up to were wrong and that you weren't BAD, good for both of you to come away with healthy self awareness. So many children can't reason their way out of situations that aren't their fault and become hateful bigoted adults. Children should be loved and learn to treat all others with love. In a perfect world this would happen and there would be world peace.
I don't often think about how blessed/lucky I really was growing up. Mine may not have been a perfect childhood, but my parents tried to encourage an open mind. I was taught to try and see the world through other's eyes and not to judge. I've had a diverse and interesting (to me anyway lol) life thus far, and am thankful for the unbiased start I was given.
wow, after looking at some tourism sites it looks like there isn't going to be much for me to do in Philly.
They do have a restaurant called Pif, but the menu looks yucky to me~!
They do have a restaurant called Pif, but the menu looks yucky to me~!
Lol~! I know there's lots of stuff, but my main day out will be Sunday and a lot of things are closed. I'm thinking something inexpensive and outdoors.
Good god Lynleewhat are you into? Philly has everything.
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