“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Almost time to wake DH. I crashed early last night and left DH on his own. And I slept in a bit too. Now that I've been up for a while, I'm getting bored and hungry. We never made it to the re-enactment yesterday. DH was busy with yard work (never ending) and I started organizing the attic (almost done). Maybe today.
Dinner last night was an experiment. We cooked Cornish hens on the rotisserie. So good but took a long time. Dinner was not until 9:00. Need to remember to almost double cooking time when using the rotisserie. Tonight will be the chili I took out on Friday that we never ended up eating.
At some point today, I will work on the some schoolwork. Can it be called homework if all your assignments are online?
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Hoping to finish getting the apartment organized today. Haven't found a home for everything yet. Plenty of space, just have to figure out how to maximize it.
DS hasn't figured out the childproof door knobs yet - thankfully! He's settled into his own room quite nicely. It didn't take long for the living room to look like a toy store vomited. Next goal is teaching him to put his toys back in his room when he's done with them. Wood floors and Legos don't mix.
I went to the outlets to return a few items I bought, didn't fit well. Took the dog for a long walk. boring, restful day!
Chef, as mother who made the mistake about not laying down rules early on, I implore you to set rules with the toys. Have a "toy pick up time" each day, maybe twice, Keep a box or bin easy for him to use to put his toys in.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I didn't allow toys in the living room or kitchen. They had all the other rooms in the house.
I would put a blanket down in the den for them to play on. It was easy to gather up the sides and move if need be.
And I agree with IKWTDS, if they can carry things and walk, they are old enough to start putting their things away.
We didn't go to bed or leave the house without picking up first.
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When my kids were little they were allowed to have toys in the living room. We lived with this rule: You can take out whatever you want but at the end of the day it all gets put up. I had about three rules that were hard and fast. This was one of them.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Well they had a den, their bedrooms, hall, dining room and bathrooms to have toys in.
My kitchen is small. Toys in there are dangerous. The living room is for company.
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I mean they could have their car or doll in there but we were not going to spread out on the floor with tons of stuff.
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We lived in a tiny apartment. There was no room. The living room was our biggest room. Besides, I used to do homework in there and could watch them while I did it. We all parent differently so where I let my kids play was up to me. Everyone feels differently. I don't really care which room other parents allow their kids to play in. I was just offering up what we did. My kids knew they had to pick up everything at the end of the day.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Well they had a den, their bedrooms, hall, dining room and bathrooms to have toys in.
My kitchen is small. Toys in there are dangerous. The living room is for company.
Yeah, need to have rules about which rooms can be in, and not. I have a no toy rule in the kitchen and the living room. There is a family room and the bedrooms where toys can be. That is plenty. Plus I get to keep my sanity.
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When my kids were into the toy thing we lived in government housing. The three of them shared a bedroom about the size of a walk in closet. I purposely didn't want toys in there. It was way too small. That was what worked for us. They never took toys in the kitchen. Just the living room. And their toyboxes were in the living room. Now that we have a house SS has his toys in his room. He keeps them in his room. He plays in his room. We don't always make him pick up each night because sometimes he's building lego creations or something. Before he goes back to his mom's he has to pick up everything.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I almost took it out of the DVD player about halfway through, but I'm glad I stuck with it. The ending was AMAZING!
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The end definitely was amazing but I still wanted to punch the director in the face. I don't think his method of teaching is good in any way and I would say he was abusive. He could have achieved the same results in so many other ways. You don't have to be a total azz to get your point across.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I almost took it out of the DVD player about halfway through, but I'm glad I stuck with it. The ending was AMAZING!
flan
The end definitely was amazing but I still wanted to punch the director in the face. I don't think his method of teaching is good in any way and I would say he was abusive. He could have achieved the same results in so many other ways. You don't have to be a total azz to get your point across.
No doubt in my mind that he was abusive. NO doubt.
No doubt in my mind that he was abusive. NO doubt.
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I just kept thinking, he could get the same results with kindness...
They say kids want to please their parents but I think that's something that's innate to us all. If your spouse, boss, or anyone else gives you a compliment on something you did you want to do it again, more, or whatever.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I went to the outlets to return a few items I bought, didn't fit well. Took the dog for a long walk. boring, restful day!
Chef, as mother who made the mistake about not laying down rules early on, I implore you to set rules with the toys. Have a "toy pick up time" each day, maybe twice, Keep a box or bin easy for him to use to put his toys in.
That's the plan! I don't want him to feel like he can't have toys in the living room. He can. Just not his whole room. I do want him to keep his Legos in his room though. I did not appreciate nearly doing the splits after stepping on a Lego.
He's a good helper in other areas, like wiping up his spills. It shouldn't be too hard to train him to pick up his toys.
No doubt in my mind that he was abusive. NO doubt.
flan
I just kept thinking, he could get the same results with kindness...
They say kids want to please their parents but I think that's something that's innate to us all. If your spouse, boss, or anyone else gives you a compliment on something you did you want to do it again, more, or whatever.
But, unfortunately, sometimes the "tough guy" crap is the way schools like it. Think about that stupid show "Dance Moms." I've never seen it, but doesn't she scream at the kids? Anything to produce a "winner?"
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And the coach likely suffered from a mental illness...or maybe he was just a mean SOB. Think about it: he pretended to be nice to Andrew, then used his personal info to mock him. And the other band members modeled their behavior on that of the teacher.
Yes he did. He was so low and hateful. And that other kid committed suicide...
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
DH hated it. He said it was a waste of a dollar. We rented it from Redbox. He said it was depressing and horrible and can't believe it won so many awards.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Just got back from the movie Unfriended. I thought it was a pretty cool movie and clever and well done. My friend didn't care for it, but I thought it was pretty original compared to a lot of other things.
When my kids were into the toy thing we lived in government housing. The three of them shared a bedroom about the size of a walk in closet. I purposely didn't want toys in there. It was way too small. That was what worked for us. They never took toys in the kitchen. Just the living room. And their toyboxes were in the living room. Now that we have a house SS has his toys in his room. He keeps them in his room. He plays in his room. We don't always make him pick up each night because sometimes he's building lego creations or something. Before he goes back to his mom's he has to pick up everything.
J use to build stuff too. Still does actually.
Anyway, he would build whole "sets" and do "shows". One Christmas I got him a camera so he could record these shows.
He made some pretty cool movies. He was about your SS age.
He has pictures of things he made back then.
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When my kids were into the toy thing we lived in government housing. The three of them shared a bedroom about the size of a walk in closet. I purposely didn't want toys in there. It was way too small. That was what worked for us. They never took toys in the kitchen. Just the living room. And their toyboxes were in the living room. Now that we have a house SS has his toys in his room. He keeps them in his room. He plays in his room. We don't always make him pick up each night because sometimes he's building lego creations or something. Before he goes back to his mom's he has to pick up everything.
J use to build stuff too. Still does actually.
Anyway, he would build whole "sets" and do "shows". One Christmas I got him a camera so he could record these shows.
He made some pretty cool movies. He was about your SS age.
He has pictures of things he made back then.
Yep another reason to keep the toys in a room where it doesn't matter. SOme of kid's creativity you just don't want to dismantle.
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It isn't big. Holds about three strategically placed creatures.
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As I said twice before when my kids were little we didn't have the room. Our whole two bedroom apartment was something like 500 or so square feet. There wasn't really room to breathe there. It was what worked best for us at the time. I guess if people want to judge me they can judge away. I really don't care. Now that we have a normal big place they keep their stuff in their rooms. Really only SS has "toys" anymore. And like I also said he's allowed to keep his creations out until he goes back to his moms and then they have to be picked up.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Not too bad of a day today except I am exhausted. All I wanted to do all day was go back to sleep. After breakfast, we went to Aldi's to get a few items. Came home then I dropped DH off at the re-enactment while I came back home to nap. DH walked home. We went to Walmart for a few more things. All I wanted to do was nap some more. cleaned up and am flash freezing the strawberries i got for $1.49/lb, had dinner and am trying to stay awake until at least 9:00. 10 would be better or else I will wake up too early tomorrow.
Took two days off schoolwork. Tomorrow may be brutal.
Ok have 2 ten YO's hear. Watching the Ardys, the teeny bopper crowd answer to the CMAs or the Emmy's ? Anyway it's fun. My job is to make Popcorn. I can handle this.
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As I said twice before when my kids were little we didn't have the room. Our whole two bedroom apartment was something like 500 or so square feet. There wasn't really room to breathe there. It was what worked best for us at the time. I guess if people want to judge me they can judge away. I really don't care. Now that we have a normal big place they keep their stuff in their rooms. Really only SS has "toys" anymore. And like I also said he's allowed to keep his creations out until he goes back to his moms and then they have to be picked up.
Why are you being defensive? No one is judging you. No where near it.
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But I thought she pretty much became a hermit after her trial.
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As I said twice before when my kids were little we didn't have the room. Our whole two bedroom apartment was something like 500 or so square feet. There wasn't really room to breathe there. It was what worked best for us at the time. I guess if people want to judge me they can judge away. I really don't care. Now that we have a normal big place they keep their stuff in their rooms. Really only SS has "toys" anymore. And like I also said he's allowed to keep his creations out until he goes back to his moms and then they have to be picked up.
Why are you being defensive? No one is judging you. No where near it.
Because every time I post you post that you would NEVER allow YOUR kids to play in the living room. Your posts come off kind of like I was a bad mom because I chose to let mine play in there. You repeated it like three times that you'd NEVER allow your kids to play in the living room. Eh, it's the way your posts read. Especially when posted right after mine.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
As I said twice before when my kids were little we didn't have the room. Our whole two bedroom apartment was something like 500 or so square feet. There wasn't really room to breathe there. It was what worked best for us at the time. I guess if people want to judge me they can judge away. I really don't care. Now that we have a normal big place they keep their stuff in their rooms. Really only SS has "toys" anymore. And like I also said he's allowed to keep his creations out until he goes back to his moms and then they have to be picked up.
Why are you being defensive? No one is judging you. No where near it.
Because every time I post you post that you would NEVER allow YOUR kids to play in the living room. Your posts come off kind of like I was a bad mom because I chose to let mine play in there. You repeated it like three times that you'd NEVER allow your kids to play in the living room. Eh, it's the way your posts read. Especially when posted right after mine.
Uh. No I didnt.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Why do you always have to keep on and make sure you get the last word or the last little jab in?
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Why do you always have to keep on and make sure you get the last word or the last little jab in?
Guess I could ask you the exact same thing.
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