Maybe just let whoever took her to the party know that if this dude upsets your daughter again there are going to be severe consequences, and they should pass that message along to him with your number if he wants to discuss it further.
Somehow managed to keep the little dustball alive for 2 years now. Anything beyond this point I'm counting as a win. Had a pretty awesome dinosaur themed party yesterday. He made out like a bandit with dinos, trucks and a sandbox.
My son is obsessed with dinosaurs right now. We have hundreds just laying around the house WHY ARE THEY SO EXPENSIVE THOUGH
I was watching something on NatGeo with the boy a few weeks ago. I thought, "Hey, I wonder if he'll like watching real animals?" He loved it. He was totally into it. Right up until that baby elephant died during the drought season and the mama had to just walk away. That was where things got a little rough.
update: He sent a text to my wife that he wanted her to call him to talk (about the issue with our daughter). My wife has known about him for a long time and how big of a piece of shit faggot he is. I told my wife I would call him when I got home, and to not do anything. I call him and tell him that he sent my wife a text saying he wanted to talk, so talk. I wanted to hear what he had to say first, knowing it was going to be a bunch of backpedalling bullshit. His version immediately starts shifting blame to my daughter, saying he was caught off guard when she threw it, and that he only said "if you were my daughter, I'd whip your ass" instead of the "if you were my kid, I'd beat the fucking shit out of you" that I was told he said by multiple people (including some of his own family). He said that "of course you're going to side with your daughter who is 12 years old". I wasn't going to listen to his bullshit, so I stopped him and told him I'm not going to listen to a bunch of lies, I know what happened, what was said, etc. The conversation went up and down, but was mostly me yelling at him. There were times when he said "I take full responsibility and I've been sick about it" to "I don't know how they act at your house, but when they are at our families house they don't act like that.... if my nose doesn't feel better in the next few days and I go to the ER, where do I send the bill". Told him he can file it under his cousins homeowners policy after he shoves the bill up his ass. He was irritated because the kids laughed when it hit him in the face. They honest to god thought he saw it and he let it hit him in the face on purpose. The conversation ended with me reiterating what a piece of shit he is, and I really hope he feels like the miserable faggot that he is. I think I scared the shit out of my wife with my tone and how I was talking. I didn't extend any direct threats, but told him he better not ever let it happen again... not that he'll get a chance to see any of my family again at one of their family events again. I was just dumbfounded how someone could have the balls to ask where he can send an ER bill if his boo boo doesn't get better because of a little hard boiled egg that was tossed by an adolescent girl. He's such a bitch
How did you handle going back to work and splitting duties with your wife? Mine isn't exactly being understand about me needing some sleep
thankfully a friend of ours is a baby nurse and told my wife that as soon as I went back to work she should let me sleep through the night.
The monkey stomping of a lifetime needs to happen. Like a chimp with a locked up piece of luggage. I've got a daughter coming in six weeks and I can't help but think I'm going to throw my career/life away when something like this happens. I guess I'm just going to have to learn. Your patience is admirable.
its tough when you have to weigh the potential repercussions against the rage you just want to unleash.
Assuming you're going back to work and she's staying home she should carry the majority of the weight- but try to pitch in the last feeding or so before you go to sleep and wake up a little early to get that one in. I don't sleep for shit if something is going on so I got up for most all the feedings and it sucked. We've agreed we don't want a 2nd until we can afford a night nanny a couple times a week
Sorry dude, you lose. Welcome to dadhood. Remember when everyone around you told you to "get some sleep now. hahahaha." and you played it off as a lame joke? Well, they were serious. You should have stocked up on sleep. Since that is impossible, you are now in the stage where your life simply sucks. There is nothing you can do. Anything you do will actually make your life worse (with regard to your wife). Drink more coffee.
Wife handled all day (obv). I would take most evenings as I was basically forced to give my wife a break. I got to sleep through the night for the most part. Weekends were all me at night, tried to balance during the day.
Had my first "lost kid" and "almost beating my kid"(not really at the last part)experience last night. I get off work about 1.5 hours earlier than my wife, so I usually pick my daughter up from daycare. We get home and since the snow finally melted here I decide to rake up some leaves and sticks around the yard. My 2.5 year old daughter likes being outside and wanted to "help". Our house has a fenced in area that has 2 separate gates, one on each end of the yard. I locked one end so she could play with her little pink rake and outdoor yard toys, all while I left the other side open so I could keep an eye on her while I was raking. We recently got a swing set/slide with a clubhouse on the top of it that she can't climb up yet because it's an actual ladder with rungs....or so I thought. So I'm sitting there raking and about 2 minutes later I look over and the rake is laying on the ground, my daughter nowhere to be found. I yell her name, no answer. I yell it again, no answer. I walk over to the fenced in area and I don't see her. I then take off running around my house and don't see her anywhere. At this point, I'm freaking out(in all reality this took like 5 minutes). So I go back in to the fenced in area and start yelling her name again....still nothing. By this time tears are in my eyes and I'm worried as fuck. Just as I'm about ready to call my wife and face my eventual and inevitable death, I hear a little giggle coming from the raised club house. I walked over and there she is, hiding in the corner of that clubhouse, which has solid plastic sides so you can't see through the boards, giggling her little head off. I was so pissed/relieved and I about had a heart attack. Second scariest experience ever as a father, behind the finding her not breathing when she was an infant. Moral of the story, I can't take my eyes off of my kid for a fucking second.
had this happen to me last year. My son was 3 at the time and we got home and I took a piss, got a drink and then sit down. I see my wife walk in from changing and we are just doing our own thing, when like 5 minutes go by and we're like "where the fuck is our son?" Did the same thing you did. Called out his name repeatedly and the search inside the house lasted several minutes. I look around outside in the front yard and there's nothing, look out one of the back doors and call out his name, and there's nothing. I go back inside and do another quick walkthrough checking every potential hiding spot, nothing. Went out our back porch door again, and saw him running back behind the hot tub hiding from us. He thought it was funny as hell. Little asshole
Not so much. Explains the package of ovulation and pregnancy tests I saw in the bathroom cupboard yesterday morning. My wife is way too frugal to spend money on that shit unless she was 100 percent serious.
My kid thinks hiding is about the funniest thing in the world right now. Every night I come in a room he's "hiding" with mommy. They are basically huddled under a blanket, but I'm assuming it is a matter of time until he gets a good hiding spot and scares the tuna salad out of me.
But to be fair, I have a hard time not giggling as well when I'm hiding form him. I have too much fun playing with him.
Obviously I fuck with him like crazy. Sometimes I'll grab one of his stuffed animals and say, "oh hi Henry, I found you, would you like some ice cream," and he'll pull the blanket off his head and get mad that I thought the stuffed animal was him. Sometimes I'll start playing with his toys. Sometimes I'll use one of his toys to beep like a metal detector. Etc. Half the time he giggles uncontrollably, the rest of the time he ends up pulling the blanket off his head. He's a goof.
Found the land before time on netflix and watched this morning with my girls. Brought back a lot of good memories.
My daughter's class read this book called "Flat Stanley" where this kid gets squished flat by a bulletin board and has to deal with being paper-thin. Part of the book is he can get mailed from place to place in a letter. So her class all made their own "Flat Stanley's" and mailed them to relatives all over and we're supposed to take pictures of where we live with Stanley. I spent my last two weekends doing all the tourist crap around here, looking like a fool taking pictures with this paper doll. I got pictures of Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, the London Eye, the Tower of London, King's Cross Station, and King's College and the River Cam in Cambridge. Took pictures of Stanley on the trains and the Underground, and eating Fish n chips. I also got them a Hogwarts Express ticket from King's Cross Station Platform 9 3/4. I win Flat Stanley.
My daughter is almost 8 months now, and I believe she is going to be left handed. When did yall know for yours for the ones that older?
Way too early to tell. If she is 3 and still showing left hand dominant, then yeah. My son is 2 and seems like a lefty so I researched it. He kicks a soccer ball lefty and throws lefty but we are not sure this will stick.
Mine's about 20 months and has always been pretty spoiled when it comes to going to sleep at night and naps. Pretty much always needs one of us to lay with her until she falls asleep. Any ideas on how to break this habit or am I screwed? I mean I want to try just putting her in her bed, telling her she has to sleep, and close the door but when I do she just cries like hell and doesn't like to be alone. Do I just let her cry it out and hope that she figures it out sooner than later? Hearing your kid cry is the WOAT.
My almost 2 year old is doing far too many things with his left hand for my liking. I'd rather he be gay than be a lefty.
My kid does everything left handed except play sports. He throws a ball equally well/shitty with both hands. I have no idea which way to push him in.
I'm left handed and my daughter is 16 mos old and does everything with her left. I'm hoping she will continue this trend and be like dada.
I'm left handed and I really don't want either of my girls to be lefty. This is a righty's world. Don't want my kids to have to deal with the pain in the ass of being lefty.
I'm a lefty and pretty sure my daughter will be a righty. Cry it out, it sucks. It's not fun at all, send your wife away. It works
Seriously. We did it with our twins at 5 months and they have slept through the night every night since. They are now 20 months old. Only took us 2 nights at that age of the crying etc...
Had an hour long wrestling match with the 6 year old yesterday, his finishing move was an elbow drop to my neck. I'm hurting today.