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these are just random things i’ve always been curious about.
1. what do you usually dress your toddler in and why? (sweats, wind suits, dresses, jeans ect.)
2. How long did you use onesis for?
3. How long did you use bibs and put your child in the high chair for meals?
4. How much stuff do you take along to the grocery store and why? (diaper bag, purse, cup ect) and what do you take inside and what stays in the car?
I am particularly interested in number 4. I finally have a working car so my 17 month old son and I will be doing the majority of errands and shopping alone together. Before now, my fiance would take the bags inside (diaper bag and purse) and I would carry our son since we went to do all these things together on saturdays since he had the only working car. Well i have no problem carrying both, but i just wondered if I wouldn’t be better off putting a diaper and a travel pack of wipes in my purse (its on the large side) and taking maybe his cup in with us? But then I think well what if he pees through his clothes or something and needs totally changed? I can’t leave him inside while i run out, and i can’t very well take my wet and unhappy toddler out in the cold and wind and abandon our full cart inside. s oi figure i may as well take it all in. but i’m just curious to see what other mothers think and what they do?
please answer all of my questions above, but particulary give any advice on what you do with your toddlers things and how you make grocery shopping and running errands with a little one as stress free and comfy as possible.
thank you!

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I did when I did mine. I got a box full of coupons, a bottle, a diaper sample, and some pacifiers.

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I’m trying to use a basic DDM formula D1 / K-G but I keep getting a negative value.

I have a nephew who lives with me. My brothers son. He has been doing drugs, stealing things from the house,lying and he won’t lift a finger to get a job or help around the house. I have tried to help him. For the last three years, he has lived here for free. He ate for free too. I can’t trust him. Recently a 350 dollars carpet cleaner diapered and I kn ow he took it. So I gave him three weeks to get out. He has never paid rent but I am worried by law I can’t throw him out. Anyone no anything about renters law? Even though he never paid rent does he have a right under california law to stay here longer than three weeks?

I’m wanting to start an online company that sells various baby items. I’ve seen many people have myspace pages as well as websites. Which is better or should I start out with one and then add the other? Also how do I go about deciding shipping? I don’t want to set a flat fee since I plan to sell things relatively cheap but I don’t want it to be too high either. I wanted to use flat rate boxes from the post office. Also how do I get these do I pay for them upfront or can I just get the boxes and pay for them when I get the orders sent out? I was at the post office and I saw a girl getting a hand full of envelops for free and she paid when she dropped her stuff off so I’m thinking you can get them and pay later but how do I go about actually getting them? Thanks.

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I am a stay at home marijuana-smoking mom and PROUD of it! My sister knows that I smoke on a daily basis. She also knows that I have no problem being high while looking after my daughter because I am completely capable of taking care of her. So, when she moved to my area and asked me to babysit her daughter, of course I had no problem with it and I’ve been watching her for about 2 months at my home. Being a responsible mom and knowing that the person you’ve enlisted to watch your child is a stay at home pot smoking mom, wouldn’t it be a good idea to tell that mom “hey please don’t be high when you watch my kid”??? Because obviously I believe that there is no problem being high while watching my own child, so why would I think any different about my niece? My sister flipped out on me because her boyfriend picked up my niece and then told her I was “high as a kite” when he picked her up. Which I was NOT! I had smoked before my sister dropped off my niece and I did not smoke the 3 hours that I babysat. I changed her diaper and she fell asleep watching a movie. When her dad came to pick her up, she was still sleeping. She woke up after he walked in and sat down. They sat at my house for over an hour and then went to my sister’s work. That’s when my sister called me yelling and saying that I was a horrible aunt b/c I was high while I watched my Niece and she had a very dirty diaper and that was apparently from my negligence as a result of being soooooo high. I told her she had a clean diaper on when she fell asleep and she woke up AFTER her dad got here, so how was it my fault she had a dirty diaper. Looooooong story a little less long, she basically told me that she never wanted to see or speak to me again and that I would never see my niece again. I told my sister that if she wanted me to not be high while watching her daughter, all she had to do was tell me and I’d have no problem with it. But she went on telling me how horrible I was. I believe the last time I checked that this was a free country. Marijuana might not be legal, but I am trying as hard as I can on my part to get it legalized. And I don’t believe there is anything wrong with being high while watching kids. I know my limits and being high does not prevent me from adequately taking care of children. What’s your take on this whole situation?

Mark Of The Devil (1970), RagDoll (1999), The Pit and The Pendelum (1991), Swamp Think (1981), The Karen Carpenter Story, Pretty Baby (1970), The Color Purple, Meatballs.
I’ve looked and i can’t find these. Help Someone.

I’m not done with chapter one, but it starts as she dreaming in chapter 1….
oh and btw if its in parenthesis its supposed to be in italics
HERE IT IS:
PREFACE:
I push my legs faster. They can’t find me. I won’t let them. (You run fast Sarena, but not that fast. You cant outrun them. And you know it.) Of course I knew it. They had cars and I only had my two feet and a ten pound backpack slowing me down. I was exhausted, but I knew I couldn’t stop now. I had to get of town first. (That won’t be too hard, being as we live in Colusa, one of the smallest in California.) It was true. This town had only a 1.7 square mile area. I could easily be out in seven short minutes. If I didn’t have my backpack that is. Now it would take longer. (You shouldn’t have started sprinting first dumbass.)
I kept running, keeping alert at all times. If anybody saw me they’d tell Sharon. I knew it. They wouldn’t do it to hurt me of course, they just think I was going crazy again. Not that I ever had, but on many accounts I had tried to escape my mother’s grasp and failed. And the next day when everyone was asking what happened, Mother would simply say, “Oh Sarena was just having one of those days again, but she’s fine now.“ She had always found me. Always. But not this time. I won’t let her.
(I hear something. Quick! Hide!) I looked around. There was nowhere to hide, no bushes, no trees, nothing. (I know where you can hide, and so do you.) No. I wasn’t going to hide in there. I’d almost rather be caught. (It’s a car, and its coming closer. I can see the headlights. You have to Sarena. There’s no other option besides getting caught, and as far as I’m concerned that’s not an option anymore.) I realized she was right. Where else was I supposed to hide?
So I crept through the shadows until I was right in front of it. I opened the lid and a gush of malodorous air blew in my face. (Don’t think about it. Just do it. Hurry!! They’re getting closer!) So I plugged my nose and jumped in. I heard squishing and crunching, but I ignored it. If I got out or made too much noise I’d be back in Mother’s grasp yet again. And that was not going to happen. I put my hand down and it landed in something cold and lumpy. I picked up my hand and smelled it. Rotten milk. Perfect. It could have been worse and least it wasn’t dirty baby diaper. Before I knew it the car was gone and I was finally free to climb out of the dumpster.
I kept my vigilance up, constantly looking for cars, or nearby people. I was out of the neighborhood area of the town, and since it was past midnight, I may as well been out of town already. I had one last errand to run before I could truly be out town though. All the stores were closed and nobody was outside. It was like the town wasn’t even there. I snuck behind the town’s Taco Bell and checked for boxes of the that had been mistakenly, and miraculously, left out at night. But, of course there wasn’t. Luck just wasn’t my thing. Now that I knew for a fact that the only food I had was what I managed to take from the fridge at home I ran and ran, until I knew the small town of Colusa was far behind me.
Chapter 1:Free
“Mommy?” I ask, “Why are you crying? Are you mad at me?”
“No.” She says, “I’m not mad at you Sarena.”
“Then how come you won’t tell me?”
I had needed my birth certificate to transfer to a new school, but when mommy had told me to look for it, I didn’t find mine; I found somebody else‘s. My twin sister‘s. Sabrena Rasmussen’s. I didn’t even know I had a sister. I was an only child after all. How could I have a sister? I was confused so I asked Mommy. Instead of answering she started to cry. Had I upset her? What had I done?
“I’m sorry Mommy.”
“It’s okay. It’s not your fault you were just curious. I would be too. So, do you want to hear the story of your little baby sister?”
“Yes. I do”
“Well, for nine months your daddy and I waited for you two to come. About five months into my pregnancy the doctor said I was having twins. I was so happy. I didn’t want to wait 3 more months for you two. So when three months later came I was overjoyed. But something went wrong. When you were in the womb, Sabrena died. Your umbilical cord was wrapped around her throat. She had suffocated. My life was over.”
Mommy was tearing up now, her face was bright red as a single tear fell down her cheek. But right now I didn’t care. Was that who was constantly in my head? The unknown girl that could have been so close to me, but I killed? Was that why she was bugging me? Was I a murder?
“Mommy? Is it my fault Sabrena died?”
I woke with a start.