Well, it really doesn't sound like he is getting much out of it and he isn't enjoying it or getting the social time he was hoping for so I don't think I would force him to continue going. Why not make a point of having his friends over on a regular basis so he can stay connected to them and take that day back.

Mr. Gates, my third grade teacher. I don't remember doing anything really special in his class, but he was fair, kind and, easy to get along with. He expected a lot of his students, but he seemed to have an endless amount of patience when you were struggling with something as long as you were really trying. He also had a good sense of humor. When he had playground duty he often would have a crowd of kids around and truly seemed to enjoy it. He was just the kind of teacher you had no trouble liking and respecting. When I got to junior high he was my math teacher for both seventh and eighth grade and let me just say that I wish every school in this country had math teachers like him. We had one boy in our class who was a good kid and really tried hard, but just didn't get math and I can remember mr. Gates sitting with him after the rest of the class began working on the days assignment patiently working through each problem with him until he got it.

I was reading up on our state constitution and various laws not to long ago and was surprised to discover that smelling pot outside a residence is not probable cause to enter the home or even to seek a warrant to enter the home in my state.

The house that has always felt most like going home was my grandparents. Until my grandfather died it was the one thing that remained constant in my life. We never lived in one house more then a 3 or 4 years growing up and then my parents divorced and remarried and neither of their houses ever felt like home. But my grandparents house was always there warm and waiting. The breakfast bar: I loved that breakfast bar, it was the hub of the house and so many good memories took place there. After grandpa died grandma had the house remodeled and took out the breakfast bar. It was all I could do not to burst into tears the first time I walked in the house and it was missing.

I don't like baths for most all of the reasons mentioned above, but a nice, long, hot shower is heaven.

I hadn't read the rest of the thread before replying. Sorry about that.:) They tried to talk me into an epidural with my oldest because I was progressing so slowly. Thankfully it ended up being DH's call because they had already gave me stadol. We had discussed it quite a bit before hand and he knew I did not one unless truly necessary, but I was tired and would have given in just to shut them up. Turned out to be a good thing because I was at 5 1/2 cm. And as it turns out while it can take weeks to get there, but once I hit 6 cm I went very quick and was holding a baby 30 min. later.

While you will never hear me sing the praises of pitocin it's not true that it requires an epidural. I unfortunately had to be induced twice with pitocin and have never had an epidural.

"The Search for WondLa" by the same author as The Spiderwick Chronicles.

My hubby is always moving our furniture. Me I don't care as long as it is comfy and looks decent, but oldest DD is the one who freaks out when things get rearranged. I can see how for some having your environment changed while your not looking could be a little distressing.

No! I'm agnostic with leanings towards a creator and want my children exposed to a variety beliefs. Until you added your second edit I would probably have given the group a try as long as i was not required to sign a statement of faith. The information you added with your second edit though is disturbing to say the least and definitely not in line with our families values.

It isn't porn, but is sexist and does encourage men to view woman as faceless objects, reducing them to nothing but t1ts and a$$.

Our library has computers designated "card catalog lookup only" right in between the juvenile and regular sections. The online computers are in a different area.

Our library has them, but I never allowed mine to play on them. We were there to pick out books, if they wanted to play games we had computer at home to do that on. I used to hate going into the kids section when others were playing on them because then mine wanted to watch and it was always noisy. Plus many parents use them as babysitters while they use the online computers which really just forced the librarian to babysit and as far as I'm aware that is not in their job description

In the Berenstien Bears books Dad is almost always portrayed as a bumbling know nothing and mom and the kids have to teach him.

:iagree: What she said.

Oooh, I'm jealous. I've always wanted a "hippy" van. ETA: just realized how ironic that is considering the topic of the thread, but I really have wanted a vw van for as long as I can remember.

:iagree: Oh, and Olivia is a beautiful name.

I have a great MIL. She's helpful without being overbearing or judgmental. Accepts that we are different and have our own ways of doing things. She's very generous and a great person overall. She can get on my nerves, but this has more to do with personality differences then anything she actually does, so when these times occur I know it's just time to take a break each other. it's her exDH and his side of the family I could happily live without. ETA: she told me when DH and I got married that she had had One of THOSE MIL's and she had determined long ago not to be one. Knowing her exMIL (DH's GM) I can say I am very thankful for that.

It won't auto download to multiple gadgets, but when you sync to your computer the book can be synced to multiple gadgets as long as that gadget is also authorized for that iTunes account.

My husband and stepfather are both farsighted and just use readers to correct it. They both got sick of paying the high prices for prescription lenses only to break them a couple months later, but they are both hard on glasses and cell phones. Lol If your farsighted and both eyes have a similar prescription then I don't see why they wouldn't work.

My younger two are like this and usually when they do get sick they will get the sniffles when the rest of us feel like we are dying. Dd13 has been on antibiotics twice and DS11 only once in their entire lives. Dd17 on the other hand seems to catch everything that blows her way and is prone to upper respiratory infections. I believe a lot of it has to do with shape or size of her eustation tubes. The only things I can think of that I did differently are that I breastfed them longer (other issues forced me to stop breastfeeding her at six weeks) and I delayed vaccinations. Oh also, neither of the younger two would eat solid food until they were 9 or 10 months old. We don't do anything special to avoid illness other than the standard hand washing and such.

I'm so sorry.:grouphug:

:iagree: this just about sums up my feelings on the matter.

We only have one complete set of sheets for our bed so yep, this is What I do. I couldn't neatly fold a fitted sheet to save my life. That is something my mom could do that to this day baffles my mind.

After my granfather was diagnosed with cancer my grandmother took to crocheting potholders. They were simple and didn't require a lot of concentration, but kept her hands busy. Also, they were easy to take back and forth to the hospital. Now that grandma is gone too I treasure the potholders she shared with me.