RMers with kids

[Alex]

i wish nothing but health, happiness, and prosperity to you and your family, trag.

[ABNorman]

We made our 3 year old go cold turkey from her night time pacifier and she has... Just done it? Like, no complaints at all, good sleeps, etc.

Now I feel like she was absolutely taking us for a ride on needing the damn thing in the first place.

[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.

[Alex]

Thanks guys.

That’s awesome Norm. We had the same experience BUT we had to preface it with two weeks of “the binky fairy is coming and she’ll take your binky and leave a present.” No problems at all.

nice… you’re the man with plan, as always. great instincts, great execution.

[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.

[Alex]

you gotta go where your heart takes you.

[doug rr]

preferably traversed on foot..

[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.

[spike]

Four year checkup this morning. Glad to see the kid’s over her weird phobia of the scale and height measuring, but four shots and a finger prick wasn’t fun. She was very brave though.

I assume I’ll pay for this torture when she gets home from school later.

[Alex]

Four year checkup this morning. Glad to see the kid’s over her weird phobia of the scale and height measuring, but four shots and a finger prick wasn’t fun. She was very brave though.

I assume I’ll pay for this torture when she gets home from school later.

placate is the word.

[Higgs]

My son hasn't had a job since he got back from his Euro trip in August last year. He's been studying and living on his savings that have almost run out. Can't fault him for money though as he hasn't asked us for any at all. Can fault him for a lack of effort in getting paid work and too many hours (a) at home and (b) on his gaming PC.

Things came to a head recently as he's been putting out job applications for the type of work he wants to do with his degree (that he is finishing online over the next 12 months) but not actually getting any responses. My take was "enough applications, time to just get some paid work" meaning go work at a bottle shop or supermarket or wherever, just get out of the fucking house for at least 15 hours a week and start getting paid.

Anyway, finally gets an interview yesterday, gets notified today he's been offered the job. Good pay, in his field and means he will be heading off to live in Broome (where he was born) for the next 12 months at least.

Happy fucking days. Gonna miss him being 2,500kms away but also thank God.

Suppose I'd best get the boat serviced and ready for action again!

[wease]

That’s great Higgs! For him and you. Our oldest is second-year in college right now and other than making $50/week singing in a church in Sundays, she brings in no income at all. And we’re about to have a come-to-Jesus meeting with her.

[Bammer]

For posterity: My kids baseball team was down by 10 runs last night but we came all the way back and the 1B made up for his 3 errors with a walk-off RBI single.

Doug, it’s tough to tell from the Go Pro camera replay, but that last pitch may or may not have been a slider.

[spike]

Sorry, Chris

[E.H. Ruddock]

My son hasn't had a job since he got back from his Euro trip in August last year. He's been studying and living on his savings that have almost run out. Can't fault him for money though as he hasn't asked us for any at all. Can fault him for a lack of effort in getting paid work and too many hours (a) at home and (b) on his gaming PC.

Things came to a head recently as he's been putting out job applications for the type of work he wants to do with his degree (that he is finishing online over the next 12 months) but not actually getting any responses. My take was "enough applications, time to just get some paid work" meaning go work at a bottle shop or supermarket or wherever, just get out of the fucking house for at least 15 hours a week and start getting paid.

Anyway, finally gets an interview yesterday, gets notified today he's been offered the job. Good pay, in his field and means he will be heading off to live in Broome (where he was born) for the next 12 months at least.

Happy fucking days. Gonna miss him being 2,500kms away but also thank God.

Suppose I'd best get the boat serviced and ready for action again!

Is he a Meatworks fan

[Higgs]

Are you talking about the Mad Bull Meaties? One of the local footy teams? He played for the Saints as a junior so his heart lies there I'd say.

[spike]

My kid was ripping sour milk smelling farts earlier. I thought something had went off.

Then she dropped a huge deuce, so hopefully that’s that.

[Monkey_Driven]

My almost 3 year old has started to wake up in the middle of the night 1-2 nights a week and it is killing my sleeping schedule. It's like their little brains can't compute all of the new things they learn every day. He's running while dribbling a basketball now. Seems like he could barely even run a few months ago.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Are you talking about the Mad Bull Meaties? One of the local footy teams? He played for the Saints as a junior so his heart lies there I'd say.

Idk. An Aussie I served with in the middle east was from near Broome and used to talk about FC Meatworks, but that is my memory. Maybe it was Meaties? Lol either way. That dude was a fucking nut.

[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.