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Dad gets his attention, and says, “If she’s not having fun, you have to stop.”
He is two. He needs to hear this now, and so does she. And again, and again, and again, so that like wearing a helmet on the bike it is ingrained.
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Such great advice.
I’ve done this with my kids since the moment they could each sign “more” and “all done” around 8 months old. More tickles? Or all done? More kisses? Or all done? More bouncing? Or all done?
When they’re old enough to play with others, you teach them to constantly check in with each other. Are you having fun? Or do you want to be done?
Is the shrieking laughter or fear? ASK.
Is the giggling from joy or nervousness? ASK.
Do you like being smacked with pillows? ASK.
Are you having fun wrestling? ASK.
And keep asking. What was fun five minutes ago might not be fun now.
Both kids know the moment something stops being fun, they need to stop. And they know that their wishes about what is fun and what’s not will be respected by their parents and by each other. They’ve known it since 8 months old.
This truly isn’t a difficult concept. It’s easy to teach it by example and it’s incredibly simple for children to do.
Are you having fun? Or do you want to stop?
Fucking teach it, parents. Please. ~JJ
So true. We just had a four day weekend due to two days of school closings. Granted the main reason for this is the city not sanding or salting the damn roads, and people who aren’t used to icy conditions driving like idiots and sliding all over the place.
People have been buying stores out of basic necessities like the apocalypse was coming, and some stations are out of gas and power is spotty all over our area.
We went to pick up a pizza today and my husband who is from Chicago is just tromping on the ice, while the kids and I were flailing and falling on our butts because we can’t figure out how to walk on it.
Seriously, I’ll take my 100*+ summers as long as I don’t have to deal with ice and snow all winter. I live in the south for a reason :P
Saw this on the MotherWise Facebook page and just had to share it
Raise your hand if you used to play with these things for hours and if you came across them again you would still play with them for hours.
What This Man Found In A Bag Of Mulch Will Blow Your Mind. What He Did With It Will Melt Your Heart.
A Florida man opened a new bag of mulch and, to his surprise, he found a baby squirrel inside. We found the man on Reddit, where he is known by the handle “Nadtacular,” but now the Internet is starting to know him because of his compassion. The baby squirrel appeared to be only days old when he found it. It was so young, he initially mistook it for a mouse or rat. But he decided to take care of it, and lucky for us, document his its development.
As you can see from the photographs, a bond developed between the man and the squirrel, which he named “Zip.” There is no definitive answer to how baby Zip found its way into the bag of mulch, but it’s safe to say Zip appears to be enjoying his new home. It’s also safe to say that this man’s selfless act has restored our hope in humanity. Way to go!
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EEEE OMG I love baby squirrels!!!!!!!
Used to work with them at wildlife rescue, they were totally adorable.
This is my son, Chester, who is nearly 4. He was invited to his friend Chloe’s birthday party today, the theme was prince and princesses. He asked if he could go as Sleeping Beauty, so I bought him a dress and put a cute little clip in his hair.
We arrived at the party to the following comments from the adults present:
“Oh that is just cruel.”
"Why did you make him wear a dress?"
"Poor little man, what’s your mummy playing at?"
"He’s going to hate you when he grows up."
"No way I’d let my son dress like a girl."
The fact is, Chester is almost completely gender neutral. I let him wear what he wants, be it boys or girls clothes, and he plays with whatever toys he likes. This usually involves him holding tea parties while wearing his pink Minnie Mouse top, jeans and a tiara. The guests are more often than not a mixture of Winnie The Pooh characters, dinosaurs, Barbie, Dora and solders, and they’re usually transported in his favorite fire engine.
When my husband arrived at the party later on, he was subjected to endless ridicule from the other dad’s present about how I must keep his balls in my back pocket because otherwise he would have put his foot down and not allowed Chester out like that. Oh, and by the way, our other son dressed as Ariel. When my husband pointed out that the boys were happy, and the mother of the birthday child made a point of saying how wonderful she thought it was that we allowed them freedom of choice and expression, they then stopped talking about it to our faces and started muttering about us behind our backs.
Interestingly enough, not a single child said a word about their choice of costumes, other than to compliment Chester on his new dress.
The children have more class than their parents do. Don’t be assholes. Let your kids wear what they want/be who they want.