Toddler Story King Puns

She sassy. She talks back. She's rude. She doesn't listen.

She's jealous! She would get very grumpy if she saw me using the Force....

Wait.

I'm sorry. We're just struggling a bit with our threenager. I think she's still adjusting to our new home (moved in April) and new baby brother (arrived in September.)

She's smart, funny, and I dunno sweet sometimes.

But she'll scream when she doesn't get her way, take herself to her room and slam the door several times to make a point.

That's not the worst thing she's ever done by far, but I'm so tired it doesn't come to mind.

Wait, maybe when she bit her little brother's finger... For some reason.

Or maintaining aggressive eye contact while doing the thing we just said no to.

Looking for any positive outcomes…

My 2 yo has been diagnosed with autism in December, and is suspected to have receptive language disorder.

She doesn’t talk, babbles minimally and rarely, just gibberish with very limited sounds (a few consonants with only “a”, “eh”, “uh” vowels). She does no pretend play, doesn’t imitate, and doesn’t gesture aside from some random pointing (doesn’t point to communicate her needs) and occasional waving.

We’re on a waiting list for speech evaluation and therapy, as well as OT, but it will be four months until we get in those services :(

Do you know of non-verbal kids who had receptive language issues (like no words, no gestures) and ended up talking, even if minimally, and if so, at what age did they start talking? Or non-verbal kids who ended up learning to communicate efficiently through other means?

What methods did you implement at home that you think helped the most in achieving speech/AAC?

I am preparing myself for the possibility of being a mom to a permanently non-verbal child… though any positive stories will give me hope.

Thanks a bunch.

A worried mama

A. They will be too young to remember their experience. B. They will most likely be too short to ride everything. It just seems like a waste of money and time if your kids can’t fully participate in everything that’s included in your stay and they’re not going to remember majority of it! So many parents enter these parks like they are staying for a week because of strollers, diaper bags, toys, etc. It just seems so stressful and exhausting. Not a vacation for them either. I feel lucky my parents waited until I was a teenager to go to these places because I appreciated it a lot more.

Both my babies were born 11 days early. I'm very curious to hear others experience with nursing and labor.

One night I noticed her nursing gave me some contractions that were real, but not consistent at all.

Then a couple nights later I decided to time then for fun, only to find that this time they were consisteny 1 minute apart and 30 secs long. And painful! So 20 minutes later when my daughter was nowhere near sleep (she only nurses to sleep at point) I cut her off.

An hour after they started, they slowed down. I was excited but also had just started maternity leave 3 days ago and wanted more time to rest before baby, so I couldn't decide if I wanted labor or not.

Anyways, after some time, and my uterus relaxing, my daughter was still awake so I decided to nurse her again. MISTAKE. Contractions came on hard and painful. My daughter was awake and that was just going to have to be that.

I thought I still had time, but these things were a minute apart, 30-45 seconds long, and painful. Labor was definitely here and I was going to meet my baby!

TLDR Long story short, my daughter nursing induced labor and 5 and a half hours later my son was born!

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I got distracted writing out some birth details, so for anyone interested:

I was really in pain now. Worse than my first after 30 plus hours of labor and we were barely 2 hours in.

Called the midwives and eventually my husband got home. they suggested a bath to calm things down. They know better, so even though I didn't think it would work, I took a bath. Mostly so I could shave my legs....

Called my mom, screamed while i got dressed, vomited and my water broke, grabbed a towel because the gushes were too much for my pad and I didn't want wet pants.

My mom arrived 4.5 hours after everything started, Screamed my way to center. They were controlled screams. I was in pain but I was in control and they honestly helped ease the pain. My husband was so sweet trying to talk to me to calm me, but I just wanted him to shut up and drive. When we got close to parking, my screams turned more primal. there was no control left, only pain. Screamed at my midwives. Cursed like a sailor.

There was some shoulder dystocia and 20 minutes later I met my son! Who was exhausted and didn't want to breathe without help, so there was a very positive hospital transfer. He decided he had energy to breath when the EMTs got there so no urgency but we wanted to higher level of care.

He's 2 months now and so healthy

My 15 month old hasn’t had the patience to listen to a storybook since she was capable of flipping pages herself, so for like 6+ months…she loves to “read”, but we mostly just point and name things, so she’ll just flip through books and point to the moon, dog, flower, etc. on every page and say the word if she knows it.

My husband prefers to read the words on the page, but she doesn’t seem to care for that at all. To further complicate things, we are trying to teach her a second language that we cannot read, so while the majority of our interactions and point-and-say vocabulary is in the second language, any reading has to be in English. Is she not interested in the story because it’s developmentally appropriate at this age, or because she’s less familiar with English? Should we be trying to incorporate more explicit English vocabulary-building?

My little girl ran full speed towards the fridge as I was opening it. Gouged her head on the sharp corner of the door :( Little blood and she wont let us touch it, but she'll put her own hand on it to keep us from touching it. (Toddler logic, gotta love it). She seems fine, nothing to worry about. But it is a little deep and might leave a scar. Aside from falling off the couch and getting a goose egg on her forehead, this is her only other 'bad' injury.

Anyone else feel like sharing some experiences? Keeping humans alive is a terrifying responsibility.

We’ve weighed our risks, we will be traveling abroad (we’re abroad, we’re going home) with our will-be 17m toddler and it’s our first flight.

Please share your flight trips and stories!

So far, I have:

Toys/distractions

-sticker book (he hasn’t seen yet)
-drawing tablet (also brand new)
-favorite board books
-noiseless toys (plushie?)
-headband earphones though they haven’t arrived yet
-YouTube premium/Netflix downloads

Food/drink

-will bring his straw mug
-5-10 fruit pouches
-pretzels/crackers
-sandwiches?? Like pb or maybe cheese
-fruit
-he’s still breastfeeding which will hopefully be a last resort calming tool

Hygiene

-pull-ups, I’m not dealing with changing tables
-Lysol wipes
-3x change for him, 1x for me and dad

Sleep

-blanket/muslin from newborn days

Our flight will likely be very sparse, but we haven’t bought him a separate seat. Any recommendations for a portable car set/harness (not a regular bulky car seat)? We also have an umbrella stroller we will gate check.

I understand this is a controversial decision to travel. My spouse and I are both boostered, and we have urgent paperwork to complete + haven’t seen family for 2 years.

We haven’t left yet and I’m already exhausted. Would appreciate any advice/stories you can share! Thank you!

My friend posted the following on Facebook:

"Friends, I need your help.

This past week, we commemorated the 20th anniversary of September 11th. It was an emotional day for so many of us.

This year, I decided that after 20 years, it's time to put an end to an enduring mystery. Here’s what happened. On September 11th, 2001, in the midst of the tragedy unfolding in lower Manhattan, my dad (who fortunately had driven to his office in the financial district that day,) offered a group of strangers a ride home. While driving north on the FDR Drive, he saw a couple that looked to be in their late 20’s with their toddler, among the throngs of people who were all trying to get to a safe place. My dad was driving a black 2001 Lexus SUV, and spotted them slightly north of Battery Park. He offered them a ride, and they piled in.

The last passenger to tag along was the toddler’s stuffed monkey, pictured here.

My dad told the family he’d take them anywhere they needed to go. They said they were on vacation and staying in a hotel in the Chelsea area. He offered to drop them off right at their hotel door, but they insisted he not get off the highway, as it would have undoubtedly made it a lot more difficult for him to get home. So, he dropped them off on the FDR Drive, somewhere in the 20's - within walking distance of their hotel in Chelsea. With all the craziness going on that day, the rightful owner of this stuffed animal left his/her best friend in the backseat of my dad’s car.

And for the last twenty years, my dad has not been able to part with it. Even though he has had new cars over the last two decades, the monkey has remained my dad’s constant passenger.

When I asked him why he had kept it all these years, this is what he said:

“Parting with the monkey didn't seem to be an option.Rather, I viewed myself as the monkey’s temporary custodian. I had no rational conviction that I would ever meet the family again – they were, after all, from elsewhere, and the likelihood of an encounter was remote. Perhaps I thought on some level that there was a need to preserve innocence in the face of that day’s barbarous events...and how better to do it than guard a child’s toy….”

Even though this toddler would now be an adult, it would give my dad great pleasure (and I think, some closure) to reunite this monkey with its family. It’s been two decades now since "9/11 Monkey" was separated from its family, and I think it’s well time to get him home.

To get in touch, please

1. I was 9 at a birthday party sleepover. Me and 2 others were the only ones still up at like 3 am. We were laughing and I peed my pants 3 separate times because we kept laughing. I told no one and just slept in my pee pants

2. Freshman year of college- my friend made me laugh really hard and I peed my pants in her boyfriend’s truck…

3. Also freshman year of college: I was laughing really hard with friends and peed myself on a chair. It got on the chair but no one knew and to this day I don’t think they do.

I learned I have very poor bladder control when I’m laughing really hard. Thank you for listening lolllllll

Currently 4 weeks postpartum SAHM (so super in the thick of it) with my newborn baby girl and 2.5 year old boy. I love them both so much but I am struggling a lot mentally/emotionally, especially over not being able to spend enough quality time with my toddler. He is pretty much stuck inside with me and the baby all day everyday. He has to spend most of his time entertaining himself and I know if we did not have a newborn he would be out and about at the park, story time, etc, living his little life to the fullest. But I also can’t imagine life without our baby girl!

If you have a toddler and they have older sibling(s) that means you were once where I am, with a newborn and toddler. I would love to hear stories of how things got better for you and your family once your newborn got a little older. Please share positive stories that will help me see the light at the end of the tunnel. I know that parenting is difficult at every age and stage, but surely this is one of the hardest stages, right?

You think cobes has been going this his trolls archives, coming across the part of Danknet's vid where the regard broke down over a completely hypothetical situation which got him a little sympathy so he thought he'd turn it up on 9/11

My two favorites are:

1. Left my PI alone for 5 minutes and he dumped dry ice in our ceramic lab sink…cracked it all the way through. I had fun telling him that one.

2. He tried to help me with my IP mouse injections. I wasn’t watching, but just heard a loud string of cuss words. The mouse had bit him and he was bleeding in his glove.