It's 58 here and rainy. Could have another thunder storm or two.
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Friend just called DD and asks if they can bring anything. Um, how about the stuff you were told to bring a week ago. Then she calls me and asks if I'm ok with them coming over. I said well I'm already cooking. ...
Friend just called DD and asks if they can bring anything. Um, how about the stuff you were told to bring a week ago. Then she calls me and asks if I'm ok with them coming over. I said well I'm already cooking. ...
SB, does your friend suffer from mental issues? Just sayin'...
Oh well - enjoy your holiday!!! I could definitely put this to use myself:
HM, a mutual friend was just telling me the whole family needs therapy. She has a lot of issues with her parents and since her siblings don't see things her way she has issues with them. DD and I try to be nice but they are turning into moochers. She and her DH make way more than I do but they try to ride on everyone else's dime.
It's in the 40's here but raw and rainy. Have a hot fire going. DS just took DD out to pick up pizza and lottery tix. I made a breakfast casserole for tomorrow. It will cook while we open gifts. And there are a ton of them! Then off to Grandma's!
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We're getting ready to run to the store to get the baby shampoo that's on clearance. I checked the egg situation and discovered that after baking I'll only have two eggs. I guess I'll pick up some more while we're there.
It's a boring day for us. Nothing going on. We're going to do some baking later on.
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Everything is wrapped, has bows, under the tree and all the food we can make for tomorrow is made.
I still have to put the stocking stuffers in the stockings but I have them separated. So that wont take long.
I am so very excited. I cant wait for the kids to open their gifts.
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Everything is wrapped, has bows, under the tree and all the food we can make for tomorrow is made.
I still have to put the stocking stuffers in the stockings but I have them separated. So that wont take long.
I am so very excited. I cant wait for the kids to open their gifts.
This was the absolute best part for me. We did Christmas with my family last night and the joy of watching DS open all of his presents was indescribable.
Makes you feel like a kid doesn't it? I think that's why I love it so much...lol
Tiny. I have been unable to buy my kids a gift for three years. Each Christmas they got things from their grandparents and mom and dad were sweet and let them have them on Christmas morning from Santa.
I would watch my kids open the few they had and fight back tears trying to maintain a happy face for them. But I would cry every night leading up to and for days after Christmas. I was so sad that I couldn't do for my kids.
The only thing I could do for them was some candy in their stockings.
This year I have been able to get them Christmas. Believe me, I am incredibly thankful for the years mom and dad took care of this but, as a mom, to not be able to get anything for you kids is heartbreaking.
I have learned a lot though. I have learned to be patient and appreciative. And I have learned I have the most amazing kids in the world. They have never complained.
This Christmas, I am like a kid. But because I am so happy to be able to give my kids something this year.
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Can you believe that after breakfast we will have gone through 54 eggs and 3 gallons of milk since Monday?
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Lily, I'm really happy you're having a nice Christmas with your kids.
Thank you very much.
Did the hubs get home yet?
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Makes you feel like a kid doesn't it? I think that's why I love it so much...lol
Tiny. I have been unable to buy my kids a gift for three years. Each Christmas they got things from their grandparents and mom and dad were sweet and let them have them on Christmas morning from Santa.
I would watch my kids open the few they had and fight back tears trying to maintain a happy face for them. But I would cry every night leading up to and for days after Christmas. I was so sad that I couldn't do for my kids.
The only thing I could do for them was some candy in their stockings.
This year I have been able to get them Christmas. Believe me, I am incredibly thankful for the years mom and dad took care of this but, as a mom, to not be able to get anything for you kids is heartbreaking.
I have learned a lot though. I have learned to be patient and appreciative. And I have learned I have the most amazing kids in the world. They have never complained.
This Christmas, I am like a kid. But because I am so happy to be able to give my kids something this year.
I was where you were for most of my DD's early years so I know how much it means to you that you can give them so much this Christmas. You gave them the most important things for Christmas before now so they'll appreciate it even more now. From one kid to another I'm glad you got what you wanted from Santa this Christmas!
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We are having Christmas dinner with Dh's family tonight. We have been going non stop today to get everything done and ready and have dinner prepared and now they are an hour late. I guess it gives me some time to check in here!
No husband yet. He might just surprise me tomorrow though. He told me he has to be in houston for a delivery, but we'll see.
I will be keeping my fingers crossed for you.
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Happy Christmas Eve everyone! Here's to family blessings, tolerable drama (which should be posted in the breakroom no later than 24 hours after it happens) and lots of love and fun!
VOR, I hope your hubby comes home. I know what that feels like!
DH and I didn't go to bed till 5:30 am. I didn't get any baking done. I'm tired. I really needed to get the pound and cheesecake cooked. I guess that will end up being tomorrow.
We went and bought that lady three bottles of baby wash for her son. I dug through some of SS's out grown clothes and found some pajama's I told her she could have. I also have two bars of soap to give her to try. She was also told to use that Aveeno bath soak. It's out of this world expensive. Six dollars for five packets. All that's in that sucker is ground up oatmeal and baking soda. My grandma was a doctor and used to make it and soak us in it when we got chicken pox or bad mosquito bites. I bought a massive bag of baking soda and a huge tub of oatmeal so I'm going to make her some to use. It will take me five minutes.
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If he has eczema, soaking in water will make it worse.
It takes the natural moisture out of the sink.
C has had it since birth and through trial and error the easiest way to control eczema is to limit bath time, use water only as warm as it has to be and use nothing that has any kind of alcohol in the first 4 ingredients.
And you know Crisco helps? After a bath or shower, slightly pat dry the area, and put a very light film of the Crisco over it.
And when it gets bad enough, a steroid cream must be used.
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Lily, she said she uses a certain kind of Aveeno wash on him. She said that's what the doctor told her to use and that it helps. We bought her a couple bottles of it. I do know that if you are itching the baking soda/oatmeal bath helps. Someone said bleach. That if you pour half a cup of bleach in a tub of water it helps with eczema. I don't know, I haven't had to deal with that.
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No. The bleach will NOT help. It dries and the last thing you want is to do anything that dries.
We used that Aveeno. The only time it helped was if it was under control.
If it flared, and it would at the drop of a hat, it made it worse.
Yes. My doctor told me to use it too.
Is it Eloquist? I think that was it. That stuff was magic in a tube.
If it flared, I could put that on it at night and in the morning it was gone.
If anyone ever tried to use bleach, tell them it will make it way worse. And it burns.
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Look Lily, I know you mean well. I really do. But if you go back to the beginning of this thread and read what I posted this lady is a struggling single mother. She posted on a FB page that she needed some shampoo. She couldn't afford it right now. I OFFERED to go get it for her. I am not going to lecture her on how to raise her child or what to do for him. Especially at Christmas. She says it's under control with the shampoo so I will work under the assumption that it is. In fact, I once heard someone say "If you do something nice out of the goodness of your heart it doesn't matter whether the person receiving it is getting it for the right or wrong reason. God will bless you for your part." So that's what I'm working on here.
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I am beside myself. Dh and I just got all the stocking filled, all the Santa gifts put out and DD walked upstairs behind me as I was taking cookies off of 'Santa's' cookie plate. She said she couldn't sleep. She didn't say anything, but I'm sure the Santa secret is understood. My poor girl. She is so ready to believe and excited. It will probably be days before she asks, but my heart breaks thinking she found out on Christmas Eve.
I am beside myself. Dh and I just got all the stocking filled, all the Santa gifts put out and DD walked upstairs behind me as I was taking cookies off of 'Santa's' cookie plate. She said she couldn't sleep. She didn't say anything, but I'm sure the Santa secret is understood. My poor girl. She is so ready to believe and excited. It will probably be days before she asks, but my heart breaks thinking she found out on Christmas Eve.
We are at that point too. SS says some kids don't believe but he still does. I think he says it for our sake. All you can do is encourage her to believe in the magic of Christmas.
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Did she see you actually doing anything with the gifts or just eating cookies? Because if she just caught you eating cookies tell her that Santa was very very very full and you didn't want her to be disappointed thinking Santa didn't like her cookies. If she saw you doing gifts tell her Santa was in a hurry and asked for your help.
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I don't know. All the gifts and the full stockings are all set out and I was breaking off pieces of the cookies to make them look eaten. I just feel like I saw it in her eyes that the pieces were falling into place KWIM? I'm going to wait and see how she does tomorrow before I say anything.
Tell her you were hungry and were eating Santa's leftovers! :) I'm sorry. I know it's tough.
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I just feel sick about it. Maybe she think she dreamed it? ...wishful thinking?
It's upsetting when your kids start to realize that Santa isn't "Santa". I think it marks the end of a phase of innocence for them. So I completely understand.
Maybe you could play it off as a dream!
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I just feel sick about it. Maybe she think she dreamed it? ...wishful thinking?
She will ignore the "evidence" if she wants to believe, and she does. don't stress over it. All kids see things that a parent would think would make them not believe.
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Just tell her you couldn't sleep either - you think Santa woke you up. And then you saw he didn't eat all the cookies, so you were testing them to make sure they tasted ok.
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I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
Just tell her you couldn't sleep either - you think Santa woke you up. And then you saw he didn't eat all the cookies, so you were testing them to make sure they tasted ok.
Leave it to a lawyer to come up with a valid sounding reason!
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