So, this mom is my hero. According to a post on buzzfeed, this mom served up a pretty creative and appropriate punishment when she learned her daughter was bullying kids at school because of the way they dressed: she forced her daughter to walk in someone else’s ugly shoes and wear some thrift shop threads to school.
So although the daughter first “died” and cried when she saw the clothes, after experiencing people talking behind her back at school, she learned her lesson. The girl says now the bullying people is “stupid and it’s mean. It hurts them.”
“If she chooses to be a bully after this, then at some point in her life, she’s going to be on the other side and she’ll know what it really feels like. And I think now that she knows what it feels like, and she doesn’t want to be that person anymore because she knows how hurtful it is.”
I’m of the opinion that teaching our children empathy is of utmost importance, and I personally don’t think the mom went too far (as some of the commenters on the original story seem to think). What’s your opinion? Humiliating? Or building humility?
We’re in the 3-week countdown to Holden’s first birthday, and I’ve come to realize that I’m not just planning a party, I’m essentially wrapping up this entire first year and saying goodbye to my first year of motherhood. She’s officially been a “toddler” for more than two months; she’ll never be my “baby” again.
So not only do I have to make tissue pompoms and practice that damn rainbow cake again, I have to make sure her baby book is up-to-date; I have to finally complete that Shutterfly photo album that’s been saved in my account since Christmas; I have to splice together the hundreds of iPhone videos I’ve taken throughout this first year. Because if I don’t do it now, honestly, when am I ever going to get a chance to do it again? Life moves too quickly.
So… expect a lot of nostalgia as I go through this process the next few weeks. It’s exciting, joyful and sad all at the same time. I’m expecting a lot of laughs and a few tears.
Want your water bottle? Point to it. Excited that Murray from Sesame Street is on TV? Go ahead, point to him. Ready to nurse? Point to the rocking chair.
The most exciting part? Tonight she pointed to… her crib.She pointed to her crib, curled into her little fetal position when I put her in and she went right to sleep. Right. to. sleep. This could be a game changer, people. Stay tuned.
RED ALERT: We have a biter. And I’m not talking about her biting other children. I’m talking about her biting… MY girls, if you get my drift.
Holden is in full-on teething mode, with two teeth at the bottom and two more suckers coming in on top. Let me tell you, those four teeth are not something you want surrounding your… teat. Another fun trick she’s learned is to pull her head back while nursing, taking my mamilla with her, stretching it like it’s a piece of taffy. So that’s pretty cool.
“baby bites nipples” is not a phrase I ever thought I’d google, but here we are. Thank goodness for KellyMom, which was my go-to resource in the early days of nursing and is still just as helpful at (almost) 11 months.
Apparently booby biting is a normal thing when baby is teething and I should just continue as I have been–liberate my nip from her mouth calmly without yelping, because some babies (mine) find the shouting funny and keep biting like it’s a game. Awesome.
I am a little excited to try these secondary options if that doesn’t work though:
If that doesn’t work, pull baby TOWARD you, very close to your breast. This will make it a little hard to breathe, so baby will automatically let go to open her mouth more and uncover her nose to breathe. A variation of this that some moms use is to gently pinch baby’s nose closed for just a second to get her to open her mouth and release the nipple.
Sounds like just a tiny bit of retribution for my aching nippies.
The pool at our resort has been closed down no less than three times during our stay due to… defecation.
I was all psyched to try out the new Pampers Splashers swim diapers I bought for Holden, only to find that they are too big for her, despite them being the smallest size available and despite her supposedly fitting within the diaper weight range. How did I find this out? By the bucket full o’ pee that came gushing out of her suit and onto me as I was holding her.
I discovered that the regular diaper, topped with the waterproof rubber pants (that I also luckily brought along) was a better combination to keep any yuckies from spilling into the communal waters. But the situation got me thinking about how much of my life is spent hoping that my daughter doesn’t poop someplace inappropriate.
Please don’t poop in the pool. Please don’t poop at Gymboree. Please don’t poop in the bathtub. Please don’t poop on the plane. Please don’t poop at the nice restaurant Mommy probably shouldn’t have brought you to in the first place.
This paranoia most likely stems from an incident that occurred the first time I gave her a tub bath. Spoiler alert: she pooped.
We dodged a bullet this time–I SWEAR that not one of the poops that shut down the pool came from Holden. But I think I’ll always be waiting for the other poo to drop.
Where is the most ridiculous place your child has pooped?
“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping,'” Fred Rogers wrote in the Mister Rogers Parenting Book.
As if we didn’t feel enough pressure from all the super creative moms out there, now dads are getting in on the action.
I can’t get over these cute sandwich baggies, decorated by David Laferriere, a graphic designer and illustrator, and father of two sons, from Attleboro. In an article on TODAY.com, David tells how he has been decorating his boys’ lunch since 2008, when they were in second and fourth grades.
Check out all of David’s art on his flickr page. I want him to pack my lunch!