RMers with 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.

[spike]

My kid is in a prolonged stage of transitioning out of naps, but she clearly needs at least a few during the week after school or else she’s a mess. I feel guilty doing it, but I’ve deployed Melatonin chews a few times to force the issue.

[spike]

I also forgot to have her use the potty when we got home, and now she’s passed out on our living room couch. Hopefully she doesn’t wet herself!

[Chris_H_2]

I also forgot to have her use the potty when we got home, and now she’s passed out on our living room couch. Hopefully she doesn’t wet herself!

we're still talking about the kid here, right?

[tree_]

gross

[doug rr]

I also forgot to have her use the potty when we got home, and now she’s passed out on our living room couch. Hopefully she doesn’t wet herself!

this is what a bears/broncos game is going to look like..

[Monkey_Driven]

My kid is in a prolonged stage of transitioning out of naps, but she clearly needs at least a few during the week after school or else she’s a mess. I feel guilty doing it, but I’ve deployed Melatonin chews a few times to force the issue.

Did you have a strict napping schedule?

[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]

My kid is in a prolonged stage of transitioning out of naps, but she clearly needs at least a few during the week after school or else she’s a mess. I feel guilty doing it, but I’ve deployed Melatonin chews a few times to force the issue.

Did you have a strict napping schedule?

Yes, why?

[spike]

Got the first all parents email from the school that Croup is going around my kid’s grade. She had a cold a couple weeks ago with a cough that’s lingered, but it’s not a barking cough, so I think she’s okay. Still almost kept her home today but she only coughed once just as we were out the door.

[Monkey_Driven]

My kid is in a prolonged stage of transitioning out of naps, but she clearly needs at least a few during the week after school or else she’s a mess. I feel guilty doing it, but I’ve deployed Melatonin chews a few times to force the issue.

Did you have a strict napping schedule?

Yes, why?

Mostly just curious.

In my experiences parents/kids that have strict napping schedules struggle a lot more with this stage. I'd recommend having "quiet time" instead of forcing naps if they're not tired. Even a prolonged quiet activity can help them get through the day. Every kid is different though. I know four year olds that nap regulary while others just quit naps cold turkey.

[spike]

My kid is in a prolonged stage of transitioning out of naps, but she clearly needs at least a few during the week after school or else she’s a mess. I feel guilty doing it, but I’ve deployed Melatonin chews a few times to force the issue.

Did you have a strict napping schedule?

Yes, why?

Mostly just curious.

In my experiences parents/kids that have strict napping schedules struggle a lot more with this stage. I'd recommend having "quiet time" instead of forcing naps if they're not tired. Even a prolonged quiet activity can help them get through the day. Every kid is different though. I know four year olds that nap regulary while others just quit naps cold turkey.

Yeah that makes sense, and we’ve certainly struggled with it as parents heh. We do quiet time, but if no nap for two days straight, day three can be ugly.

[tree_]

my 5 year old only naps on long car rides since he was around 4, maybe younger, can't remember.. but yeah, he can be quite cranky in the afternoons and evenings without naps

[Monkey_Driven]

Oh man, my oldest stopped napping at home around the age of 2.75. Naps since then have been very few and far between since then.

[spike]

my kid won't sleep in her bed anymore, at least for the entire night. she either starts there then wakes us up in the middle of the night begging to hop into our bed, or like just now, scampers in fifteen minutes after settling while we're still downstairs hanging out. it's translated to not a lot of solid sleep for everyone.

[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.

[Rangi Guy]

my kid won't sleep in her bed anymore, at least for the entire night. she either starts there then wakes us up in the middle of the night begging to hop into our bed, or like just now, scampers in fifteen minutes after settling while we're still downstairs hanging out. it's translated to not a lot of solid sleep for everyone.

We endured this for about two months then transitioned out about a month ago. We tied her ability to stay in bed to certain rewards. Took about a week of that then things were back to normal.

Our girls tried this for a wee bit - they'd always go to mummy's side of the bed - we swapped sides for a bit so the girls got me and my grumpy ass - they gave up coming in pretty quick, and now only come into our room if they've had a nightmare or something

[LetMeSleep]

my kid won't sleep in her bed anymore, at least for the entire night. she either starts there then wakes us up in the middle of the night begging to hop into our bed, or like just now, scampers in fifteen minutes after settling while we're still downstairs hanging out. it's translated to not a lot of solid sleep for everyone.

Give up and go and sleep in her bed.

[wease]

my kid won't sleep in her bed anymore, at least for the entire night. she either starts there then wakes us up in the middle of the night begging to hop into our bed, or like just now, scampers in fifteen minutes after settling while we're still downstairs hanging out. it's translated to not a lot of solid sleep for everyone.

Give up and go and sleep in her bed.

I’ve done that

[spike]

my kid won't sleep in her bed anymore, at least for the entire night. she either starts there then wakes us up in the middle of the night begging to hop into our bed, or like just now, scampers in fifteen minutes after settling while we're still downstairs hanging out. it's translated to not a lot of solid sleep for everyone.

We endured this for about two months then transitioned out about a month ago. We tied her ability to stay in bed to certain rewards. Took about a week of that then things were back to normal.

what sorts of rewards? she tried to go all scorched earth tonight and said she was throwing her bedroom and all the dresses in it away.