Joyce ,'Same Time, Same Place'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Although the other day at naptime the boy did not want to go to sleep.
Naptime can get tough as they outgrow it. We always made sure to say the kids simply had to stay in their beds, or even in their rooms, but not specifically enforce *sleep* (which is, you know, impossible). They usually dozed off anyway out of boredom, and at least I got a break.
Um.
You know, because it's not like fats are necessary for brain development or anything.
But Jessica, having a fat child would be the worst fate ever!
Having a fat child could lead to CPS taking your kid away. And if you think I'm kidding, just google "childhood obesity." It's happening more in other countries, but I'm SO expecting it to happen here soon.
and at least I got a break.
I suspect that was my mother's reasoning. Funny how naptime always coincided with Dark Shadows....
::high-fives Fred's mom::
"They fuck you up, your mom and dad."
straight juice makes my blood sugar go bonkers.
Teppy is, once again, me. It's good to know, since I've gotten the "yes, she is crazy" look when I've said that straight fruit juice is the road to headaches and yelling at people.
So the 8-16 soft drinks a day I drank growing up might have been a bad thing?
Teppy is, once again, me. It's good to know, since I've gotten the "yes, she is crazy" look when I've said that straight fruit juice is the road to headaches and yelling at people.
And yet, when I have a bad cold, I can guzzle orange juice by the VAT and not get wonky blood sugar. The rest of the time, though? If I have juice, I have to have it with a full meal, generally one with a decent fat content. Go figure.
Naptime can get tough as they outgrow it. We always made sure to say the kids simply had to stay in their beds, or even in their rooms, but not specifically enforce *sleep* (which is, you know, impossible). They usually dozed off anyway out of boredom, and at least I got a break.
Um.
Yeah, that's how it's coming to work in Castle Miracleborn.
Yesterday was pretty fun in regard to naptime. Em and I were chilling on the couch, having cleaned the house, and Em was getting obvious-naptime-cranky and I mentioned that it would be naptime for her in a few minutes.
"NNNOOOO!! I JUST NOT SLEEPY! NO! NEVER!"
Two minutes later: "Daddy! I wanna blanket!"
"Okay, punk."
Two minutes after that: "zzzzzzzzzzz"
So the 8-16 soft drinks a day I drank growing up might have been a bad thing?
It may have prepped you for an adulthood in which sleep is merely an option, not a requirement.