tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836819.post7631663749593592797..comments2023-10-17T03:48:45.095-07:00Comments on finding cohen: i'm mad as hell and i'm not going to take it anymorethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17526634872181869258noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836819.post-40368245524789846332008-09-23T15:24:00.000-07:002008-09-23T15:24:00.000-07:00Laughing at the mennonite ladies..I said to my hus...Laughing at the mennonite ladies..<BR/><BR/>I said to my husband last night, husband, how do you think people with children who actually have mental illnesses like schizophrenia or manic depression go about diagnosing those illnesses? because today I thought our 2.3 year old was seriously heading for the loonie bin.<BR/><BR/>A couple of weeks ago was another no good very bad day and we went for a walk around the block near suppertime, baby in the carrier & toddler by the hand. Halfway around he decides he wants to go to the park. I say no, no park right now. He spends the entire rest of the way home, 3 blocks or so, shrieking "I DON"T WANT TO GO HOME I DON"T WANT TO GO HOME I DON"T WANT TO GO HOME!" all the while holding my hand and walking with me. At the foot of the stairs to our complex, bam, like a switch he goes off and says, "I'm climbing the stairs mummy!" bright as a daisy and I'm standing there like I just got home from the Vietnam war.<BR/><BR/>Also I hate the sympathetic sibling crying. That's usually when I put on my "la la la la I can't hear either of you" voice. Mature, I know.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836819.post-15163951496551114992008-09-23T12:04:00.000-07:002008-09-23T12:04:00.000-07:00T- I don't have any stories, yet! I am certain tha...T- I don't have any stories, yet! I am certain that I will and I don't believe that there has ever been any child in history that hasn't had a tantrum.<BR/>I will tell you a story that my mom tells a lot. I was 3, it was a flight from Portland to Montreal, Mom had the flu and we had left my blankie in the car before getting on the plane.<BR/>Anyway, I screamed, cried and ran up and down the isle for almost an hour. Can you imagine those passengers and my poor mom! Finally I fell asleep on the floor. When the stewardess came down the isle to tell my mother that sleeping on the floor in the isle of an airplane is not allowed she was met with pleading passengers begging her to just let me sleep. Eventually, I was returned to my mom's lap. I'm not really sure that there was anything my mom could have done in that situation. I'm sure that was more than one person's nightmare 3000 mile flight.Klayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10709669072490695208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836819.post-42342451126300523812008-09-23T09:24:00.000-07:002008-09-23T09:24:00.000-07:00OH man do I have some tantrum stories. Like you I...OH man do I have some tantrum stories. Like you I don't believe there are kids that don't ever have a tantrum. IN my experience with my two kids. Alex wasn't near as bad as Dylan where the Tantrums were concerned. <BR/><BR/>I did though, do something to Dylan that afterward he never threw a tantrum again. And it may sound cruel but I promise you I never laughed harder in my life.<BR/><BR/>I was trying to get him in the bath tub, but he wanted to keep playing. I'd gone wrong by letting him stay up longer than normal and he was just tired. But he was also filthy, but we got in the bathroom and I fought to undress him and then he lost his mind. Screaming and beating his arms and legs into me, and the tub. He stood up and jumped until he slipped and busted his butt and then continued the tantrum.<BR/><BR/>We'll I'd read somewhere that some woman had had a tantrum while her kid had a tantrum and well at that moment I really felt like having my own tantrum so I did. Right there on the floor. Screaming at the top of my lungs beating the floor with my heels and hands thrashing about, and to my great pleasure Dylan stopped DEAD in his tracts and kept looking at me with this look of horror. I kept it up for a few more minutes, and when I stopped he hugged me and then took his bath calmly. <BR/><BR/>He honestly never had another one. I don't know why, and I'm not saying I exactly recomend it, but...<BR/><BR/>I just wish I had a camera. The way he looked at me...pricelessSarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02198905897967169674noreply@blogger.com