RMers with kids

[spike]

congrats.. my kid is still stubborn as a mule with pooping on the pot

he'll even sit there for up to 20 minutes and still nothing.. reminding him all day he will get rewarded with a new toy or ice cream and he gets real excited, but still won't do it.. then later he'll go in his pants

Do you leave him alone in there? Privacy often helps… I walked away and did some chores today, and she pooped.

[tree_]

yes we tried everything

[spike]

[dad]

all kids are different, but...if i've learned one thing about kids when it comes to milestones, they all do them in their own time.

literally, one day they just do the thing you'd been desperately trying to get them to do for months.

[tree_]

Yeah that's what I figure. Can't give up motivating him, but I know he will. He's already surprised us with walking, talking, eating neatly, picking up his toys, stuff like that.

[dad]

yeah, man...it's all good. i mean, it's hard because you want them to do XYZ to make your life easier, and it's a basic human function or whatever. they just have their timeline, and it doesn't always line up with ours.

i can sympathize with the struggle.

[tree_]

yeah. thanks man

[tree_]

9/mo.-old having surgery to lower a testicle stuck up in his abdomen early tomorrow morning. Gonna be glad to have it over with.

[dad]

poor dude.

hope it goes well, tree.

[tree_]

Yeah, it's super routine and we should be in and out and on our way home within a few hours. But just the thought of him getting sliced open makes me wanna die.

[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.

[Anders]

Good luck tree_

[Monkey_Driven]

Even when it's a routine surgery it is very difficult to see your kid get wheeled away by doctors/nurses.

[dad]

agreed.

[tree_]

Yeah I'm partly quite freaked out but just trying to stay in the mindset that it's completely out of my hands, and you shouldn't stress about things out of your control. In my mind, it's already over, and we're on our way home. Just waiting now.

[tree_]

Surgery went well. Hooray.

[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]

good to hear, man.

[tree_]

Surgery went well. Hooray.

Baller.

2-baller now

[dad]

my kids are in Montana visiting family. last night i received a text from one of the twins that he, his mom, and step-sister had to run out of the emergency exit at a Walmart in Bozeman because some guy shot at another guy. i immediately facetime'd him to check on him. poor kid was visibly shaken, and the signal was spotty as hell. when they finally made it back to the cabin they were staying in he called me and said at first it sounded like something heavy had dropped on the floor at the store.

he said he never wants to go in a Walmart ever again. he said they were in there buying candy to watch a movie later.