While at a local playground today (I’m really trying to get into the habit of taking Alyssa to the playground at least once a week, since there isn’t much to do around the house besides ride her tricycle or play with her ball and bubbles), I overheard two boys, who looked to be around the age of 9 – 11, playing with one another.
I don’t know why, but it bugged me that they were acting out a war – these two boys were soldiers on America’s side, and their friend, who came along little later, was the “rug head terrorist”.
On a related note, I do not approve of the war in Iraq. I never have, and I never will. We need to look to and take care of our own first.
Yesterday I watched a Judge Judy episode where a woman was defending her boyfriend against allegations that he had sexually assaulted her three year old daughter.
Yesterday on Yahoo! Answers there was a woman ranting about her five year old making up lies about her father molesting her and hitting her. This woman downplayed the bruises on her daughter’s body and defended her husband, since, according to her, she asked him and he denied doing it.
Jesus. Women. Please. The orgasms and financial security a man may provide you with ARE NOT WORTH IT. Protect your children, because there is nobody else around to do so.
This kind of abuse, especially when the mothers are too busy defending their husbands/boyfriends/fuck buddies to take the time to at least listen to their child make me sick.
Like many activists who are associated with PETA, it is very possible to have good intentions but wind up taking them way too far.
I am pro-breastfeeding. I breastfed my daughter, I am breastfeeding my nine and a half month old son. Sometimes I give expressed milk to my daughter, because she enjoys it and asks for it. I encourage other women to breastfeed, and I won’t hesitate to step in with advice, suggestions or an e-pat on the back.
But I am not a rabid boob nazi. Unfortunately, there are many rabid boob nazis, and they ruin it for all of us. For instance, the following comment came from a supposedly pro-choice woman:
If there was a way to force all capable women to breastfeed their babies, I’d be for it. Babies deserve breast milk. Get an abortion if you don’t wanna [breastfeed].
Tell me this woman isn’t nuts.
You would think somebody was murdering him. What happened? I wasn’t spooning apples into his hungry little mouth fast enough.
Silly boy.
Three children by three different men. You know roughly the number of men you’ve slept with and who they are, but you do not know which men are the fathers of your children. You live at home with your father, you do not work (obviously, since you have two toddlers and a two month old), and you are on welfare and WIC.
Would you pursue child support (the state would then contact the men in question and issue paternity tests)?
My answer: Hell yes. Ultimately the responsibility of rearing children should fall on the parent(s) and not the state. If it is possible for me to get child support from at least one of the fathers, you better believe I would do everything in my power to get it. And even if I didn’t need the money to support my children, I would take it anyway and put it away for college.
I thought I’d let you all know about True Mom Confessions. This site is where moms can anonymously unload their secrets, confessions, rants and even raves that they can’t tell anyone else (especially their partner and/or their kids!).
And while I’m throwing links out, what do you think of Christian Domestic Discipline? To sum it up, this site is catered towards those who Christians who feel that domestic abuse *eyeroll* excuse me, discipline is perfectly acceptable within a marriage. I find this site and its encouragement of domestic “discipline” (I use that term very loosely!) within a marriage – or within any relationship – to be abhorrent. What if the wife isn’t consensual? Furthermore, imagine what you’re teaching your children! Ugh, ugh ugh.
Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers and mothers-to-be!
How did you spend your holiday? Mine was uneventful but still very sweet. My husband let me sleep in, and then greeted me with a delicious breakfast in bed. He even made me eggs, which I love, but he hates. That is love right there. Anyway, he enjoyed breakfast with me (well, the sausage and toast), snuggled with me while I nursed our son, and then let me fall back asleep (I haven’t been sleeping well lately, so sleep is an unrivaled gift!).
Later my two and a half year old daughter presented me with a card she and my husband made. There’s nothing sweeter than a crayon-drawn card that is filled with hearts, swirls, flowers and scribbles, and handwritten messages on the outside and inside. Beat that Hallmark!
What’s one thing parenting related that you feel very strongly about?
For me it’s breastfeeding, hands down. Not only does my child have the right to be breastfed for at least the first year of his life, without any hassle or intrusion by doctors, nurses and formula-pushers, but I have the right to breastfeed my child anywhere I happen to be at.
I also feel very strongly about not going overboard with attachment parenting. I know that seems to go against the grain because of my feelings about breastfeeding, but that’s part of the problem. Nowadays parents – mothers especially – can’t seem to breastfeed or co-sleep for a bit without wanting to do it for very long periods of time. For instance, breastfeeding: I think a good time to begin weaning is around two years of age. Co-sleeping? I don’t think it should be done after the child is sleeping through the night. A child needs to learn some independence at an early age, and disrupting the marriage bed is not worth the bonding that may come as a result of the child sleeping there night after night.
Ryan is exactly nine and a half months old today. And he is finally moving. Until this week he has been perfectly content with sitting or laying in one spot. He would make a few half-hearted attempts at spinning around or reaching for something, but that would be it.
He still isn’t crawling though. Instead, he gets his arms folded up and under his chest and kind of scooches/wriggles/drags himself across the room. It’s hysterical to watch. At first, the progress was so slow that I didn’t believe my eyes until I put a toy exactly three feet (yes, I even measured!) away from him, and then sat back to watch him move.
In stark contrast, Alyssa, my thirty month old, was cruising by nine months and walking unassisted by nine and a half months.
Yet Ryan is much more verbal, whereas Alyssa didn’t really start to talk until last winter.
It’s funny how different two children can be!
The breastfeeding rally was such a success. I was excited to go, and even more excited when I found out how many women and babies were already there when I arrived. Local news stations covered it, including wgal, fox29 news and the Harrisburg station.
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My name is Jenn, and I'm 27 years old. I'm happily married to my best friend and soulmate, Daniel. Together we have a seven year old daughter named 
Name: Alyssa
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