RMers with kids

[spike]

my kid has decided she's done with the crib. we've had to push the bed against the wall and borrow a guard rail from my sister in law.

this will make bedtime even more interesting when we return home from australia in a few weeks, and the kid's jetlagged to the bejesus.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

my kid has decided she's done with the crib. we've had to push the bed against the wall and borrow a guard rail from my sister in law.

this will make bedtime even more interesting when we return home from australia in a few weeks, and the kid's jetlagged to the bejesus.

How old is she?

[knee tunes]

my kid has decided she's done with the crib. we've had to push the bed against the wall and borrow a guard rail from my sister in law.

this will make bedtime even more interesting when we return home from australia in a few weeks, and the kid's jetlagged to the bejesus.

How old is she?

2



Same as you

[spike]

3 in Feb

[Monkey_Driven]

Yes, it's time for a real bed

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Monkey_Driven]

It's an adjustment for awhile, but it won't take long before the kid can feed and entertain themselves while you get some quality sleeping in time.

[dad]

It's an adjustment for awhile, but it won't take long before the kid can feed and entertain themselves while you get some quality sleeping in time.

autonomy is the greatest gift we give our kids.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[dad]

It's an adjustment for awhile, but it won't take long before the kid can feed and entertain themselves while you get some quality sleeping in time.

autonomy is the greatest gift we give our kids.

Unless they’re at your ex’s house amirite

don’t get me started…

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[dad]

Youre a great dad, dad

thanks, trag.

[spike]

It's an adjustment for awhile, but it won't take long before the kid can feed and entertain themselves while you get some quality sleeping in time.

Like, how long?

[wease]

It's an adjustment for awhile, but it won't take long before the kid can feed and entertain themselves while you get some quality sleeping in time.

Like, how long?

Should be tomorrow or the next day

[spike]

It's an adjustment for awhile, but it won't take long before the kid can feed and entertain themselves while you get some quality sleeping in time.

Like, how long?

Should be tomorrow or the next day

[Rangi Guy]

Kept the kids up late last night to take them to a light festival at a local park where we're staying. Walking back to the car my 7 year old said she was going to sleep in the car and I would have to carry her into the house and change her etc while she slept. I warned her that if she did that I would shake her awake, to which she said - 'You can't shake a baby, or they end up walking funny! Is that true daddy?'
I'm still amazed at what sticks in that head of hers

[knee tunes]

Kept the kids up late last night to take them to a light festival at a local park where we're staying. Walking back to the car my 7 year old said she was going to sleep in the car and I would have to carry her into the house and change her etc while she slept. I warned her that if she did that I would shake her awake, to which she said - 'You can't shake a baby, or they end up walking funny! Is that true daddy?'
I'm still amazed at what sticks in that head of hers

[Monkey_Driven]

Coaching my Kindergartener's basketball team and it is as chaotic and hilarious as expected.

[wease]

Coaching my Kindergartener's basketball team and it is as chaotic and hilarious as expected.

Oh man. Those are good times

[Higgs]

Coaching my Kindergartener's basketball team and it is as chaotic and hilarious as expected.

Oh man. Those are good times

Oh yeah, the best. Frustrating but fantastic.