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WTF afterburn?

100 posts on this??

Let's just kill all the nannies and be done with it.

103

For each post past 100, God kills a nanny and her kitten.

sex kitten??

I have two children that are rather far apart in age. My wife stayed home with one until they were well into school...but did not the other (really did have to work to put food on the table). Oddly enough, one turned out to be a big problem and total loser as a teen and adult...while the other was almost the perfect child and adult. Guess which was which....

Not what one would expect; the one with the stay-at-home mom throughout much of their childhood did not become the well adjusted, happy, productive one.

I find it interesting that Jeff goes to one extreme (going as far as to say that being a "real mom" requires staying at home with the kids) and then holds out some examples of working moms with country club memberships and Porsches, then lashes back at others for giving "extreme" examples. Sorry Jeff, can't have it both ways.

People generally do the best they can for their kids. There is no one-size fits all solution, and parenting is an art learned on-the-job. I've know people who came from stay at home mom families who were screwed up and others from "broken" homes that turned out great. And vice versa. It has more to do with the individuals than some decree of what is the "right" way to raise kids. I see some with a very western model for how to do things. And that is fine. But to impose that view on others and do it with condescending language won't get you far. And those that haven't raised kids frankly don't have much of a clue about the dynamic. Until it is on *you*, you just can't grok it.

I feel like killing a nanny, so I'll post again. . .

Personally, I was not raised by a stay at home mom. I didn't have a mother at all, for most of my life. Parents divorced when I was 5, didn't see my mother again until I was in college. So I was raised by my dad. Who was a working dad, worked in various countries, I went w/ him. Although you could say I was a latch key child, my father was very involved in my interests, education, etc and I never lacked for parental attention. My mother remarried, had a daughter, continued working - quite the career woman she was - her husband also worked. She (sister) and her husband both work, they have a nanny. My wife is raising the kids full time. By Jeff's thinking, there's at least three of those four instances that should have turned out, or be turning out, some failed kids. Not seeing that so far.

There, cantdrive, God is gonna off your nanny. Did you a favor.

I've been trying to follow all this as a point of interest 'cause I don't have any kids and never wanted any. Me and my brother would look at each other when our parents fought and said to each other routinely since we were around 10 yrs old "This is nuts. I'm never gonna have any kids" Neither of us are fathers.

But........ I ran into this female many years ago who my friend brought to our rented house at 4 am. He brought one he would occasionally party with and her girl friend. In 15 minutes we hooked up. Then I found out she was going through divorce and had a 1 and a 10 yr boys and my pact with my brother entered my mind first thing. Needless to say we stayed together for a little over 4 years.

My work hours were convoluted and could happen at any time day or night. She had a day job. The little one soon became another appendage to my German Shep as soon as he stopped crapping. The scene was a bit different than a father son as i had no responsibilities and the mother would do anything to keep me around and clean up any mess we made. The freedom of that was wild on occasion as whatever i could dream up she went along with and kept her mouth shut as she cleaned up. The kid's first foray into the tub alone brought screaming and crying. "Let me try." Out comes an open plastic bottle of honey. He stopped crying and started playing with the honey and made the obvious mess etc etc. If he started crying at night i got up, dressed him and we took the dog out at all hours for a 1/2 hour. My favorite way of dressing him was in a full length snow suit 9 months of the year. The dog went in the back of the car and i grabbed his suit around the chest area and tossed him in the front seat. He wouldn't stop doing anything he was involved in as being tossed around by a sack, though gently by me, was a way of life. The stories are endless as the dog was a protective barker and was always in junk yard dog mode while the kid screamed at him to "shut-up". I taught the dog to obey him as the dog looked at me when the scene happened. As far as the kid knew he was in control. All 3 of us hung around together for years. When i was with another friend or friends the dog and kid hung together close by and had their own scene.

So..... to sum up
After the split with his mom i lost touch with him when she hooked up with another guy except for an occasional 10 minute meet. It was difficult to be with him for over 25 years. Then a few years ago I started hanging with him again. He's 35, married and has 2 kids. His memory of what we did together amazes me. He has off-beat nuances and attitudes he could only have gotten from me. I have married female friends with kids that comment that he never could have become what he is now without me, being how screwed up his home life was growing up. That and other positive comments never entered my mind.

The point is that every case of kids and parents is different and we do what's best, hopefully. The other point is that if it's a male kid the father presence is priceless. The mother's role is a little more than loving utility as the role model is the adult male that carves out survival attitudes when the kid is impressionable and lasts forever.

I had to relearn how to be together with him and learn not to be to heavy as the leader when we're doing projects together as this once a time kid is a mature adult. And what's interesting is being how he wasn't with me for so long my current world doesn't know of him. He's a huge 6'2" Irish-Polack and built like a brick s[]!!t house and I'm only 5'8". Our interaction and his junk yard dog protection act causes my people to wonder "What the f--- is going on". I don't tell our past and only briefly introduce him.

You must do the best you can, have endless patience, and stop the world for him when necessary, and be the alpha male to dial him in. It's also a good idea to keep a nanny around to clean up any mess while keeping her mouth shut.

There is no book method. If you're dogmatic on how it's done, you're the one screwed up




http://forums.pelicanparts.com/uploa...1299160351.jpg

Now you did it - another dead nanny kitten.

Funny, though, for every "extreme" example given, I actually had an image of someone I know (or several someones) floating around. These are real people. Extremely real people.:D

I'm loading up another kitten right now...

I have no doubt they are real people. But the question is whether they are the norm or outlyers. Kinda like the con/lib ratio in CA vs the real world :D

This thread got me thinking... I think I need a nanny! It is never to late!

Jeez you have a dirty nasty mind. No, just a nanny and her pussy. Cat.

Well since we're putting in 'orders' or wishlists...


A sugar daddy would be nice....:D:D:D

wow Ronin, that kid looks a lot like I did when I was little

My wife hasn't worked in over twenty years. Every time I bring it up, I get a sense of impending doom. My skin becomes chilled and I feel like I'm looking through the wrong end of binoculars.