50 posts tagged “parenting”

I was just listening to people talk about how much privacy they give their teenagers. I was surprised at how so many of them don't ever invade the "privacy" of their teens, even if they think something is going on. For instance, if you think your child is on drugs then I think you have EVERY RIGHT to go through their stuff. Doing that could save their life! I have had one too many friends die because of a parent's need to preserve privacy. You live in my house, you have no privacy. When you pay for your room & board, then you can have some privacy. Heck, my son will either learn to be open and tell the truth about things, or I am going to be installing all kinds of security like keylogger on the computer, infrared lasers around the windows, and an electric fence!!! No but seriously, I think parents really need to be more involved, especially in the tumultuous teen years. I didn't do real dirt till I moved out of my parent's house. I didn't do a lot of things that I could have done because of the involvement of my parents and their values system in my life.

KIDS! What is it about the television that captures them like a moth to a flame? Is it the flicker of the changing images? I keep warning my own that he needs to step away or end up having to wear eyeglasses like his father. I would rather my son get a fair chance at keeping his 20/20 vision, if you know what I mean. These kids get so close to the television you KNOW they are only seeing little color pixels, and not the whole picture!

The Boy aka my son decided it would be fun to hop into my room rapid firing PL PL PL PL PLeeeeease at me at 8:30 in the morning so he could watch TV in the living room.

Uh

NO.

You don't come up in my room squirming and squiggling asking for me to get out of my comfortable sleep zone to change the channel on the TV in the living so you can watch it when you have a perfectly good setup for that IN YOUR OWN ROOM >__<

Needless to say, my sleep was ruined but he also never got what he wanted. He did come and apologize for waking me up that way. He knows full well that however you wake me up is how my day is going to go. *GROWL*

I made him french toast for breakfast and sipped on my mood juice aka coffee. I am in a little bit of a better mood, but that's only because I am more alert now. *grumble grumble humph*

Caribbean cruises take me away!

In the same spirit of my previous post, I wanted to bring to light a solution for teens that go out at night. Have you ever thought of attaching some form of GPS Tracking to their vehicle? I know it seems a bit extreme, but if the extreme ever happens you will be prepared. You can never be too careful, especially once these kids get old enough to drive and bet out alone at night.

These particular GPS trackers record duration of travel, speed, location, and time. You can easily download the information from Google Earth with your USB tracking key. Teens would never be able to say "I was at Ginny's house" without you knowing they were actually in Atlantic City. The tracking is recorded every second, so there is no delay in the relay of information. The accuracy is impeccable. I almost wish I could permanently attach one to my own child, since he is always on the go. That surely will only increase as he gets more mature and gains more freedom.

With the GPS tracker being small enough to be used inconspicuously, I wonder how many of you would actually consider using it. Comment me ! I would love to know what you think.

My son has the accursed need to "fit in", just as I did when I was little. I wasn't so bad as to follow everything the crowd did, but my son does not think about it. He sees kids in a group, he wants to be in that group. I am sure if he saw a 5 year old with  designer jewelry, he would want that, too. It's sad to see, especially since the kids in our area are by and large EVIL to him. I am glad we have church now, so he can follow the crowd that is *hopefully* following the right ways of living and thinking.

Proverbs 13:20
He who walks with the wise grows wise, but a companion of fools suffers harm.

Making up invitations. Not  first communion invitations, but 5th birthday invites. I can't believe that my son is about to be five years old. The time went soooo fast. Just think, another 5 years and he will be TEN!!! then another and he will nearly be a grown man. I don't know if my heart can take it. How sad is it that we are given children to train and throw out into the world. I can imagine how my mother felt when she had to let me, her first born, go at 16. I don't know what I will do... but giving him his freedom and independence (as is appropriate for the age of 5) is already getting to me.

My son is a fighter guy. HEHE He has his first official Brazilian Jiu Jitsu class tomorrow afternoon. I am going to take my video camera to tape some of what he does, I think. Tell me this isn't the cutest little potential mangler you have ever seen in your life:

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I understand that my in laws like to take my kid out for the weekend. I totally get that they want to spend time with him. They go out to their vacation home rental, namely the campsite, and have a ball. The problem is that they want him EVERY SINGLE WEEKEND. Umm...okay. When does his father get to spend time with him? When do we get to spend time together as a family? I don't think it's healthy for him to be given away every weekend when he could be spending much needed quality time with his father or us all together. Once a month, okay. My mom still has to see him. That leaves us 2 weekends with our child. What do you think?

preggome

Well this is when I was pregnant with my son. I was about as far along as she is now. My stomach did not really begin to show until I was around seven months. I carried kind of small, even though I gained forty pounds. My son was born 4 pounds, 6 ounces, 17 inches long with big feet. We lived in a one bedroom apartment with barely any space to hold ourselves, let alone our child and all his trappings. He was born born at 35.5 weeks gestation. I had preeclampsia, he had stopped growing in the womb. His lungs and everything matured due to my blood pressure so when he came out he was perfect, save a little jaundice. He is now 4 and a half...and he is Spiderman. LOL

I'm spiderman

My mother always insisted that we girls do girlie things. She wasn't trying to have us growing up being brutish like men. She taught us etiquette and poise. Those lessons were some that I am glad to have received from her. She, herself, went through what I like to call "lady training" as a child. Some of that had to spill over to her own children. We used to have boxes full of costume jewelry to place around our necks, and on our ears and fingers. We would have to wear a dress at least twice a week, learn how to sit with a dress on so our modesty was uncompromised, and walk with a book on our head in a straight line. I didn't hate the lessons. She made them enjoyable. I now have the arduous task of raising a gentleman. It's easy to know what to teach him, as I can just rely on the ways I would want a gentleman to behave. As his vocabulary and exposure to the world grows, it's even more challenging. I am glad that I have help, though. My mother and my husband are there, backing me up 100% of the way.