I love this article. Came across it on Facebook and wanted to share it with our tumblr family.
Asking GOOD questions is something I struggle with in my day to day interactions. This piece gives good advice on how to do that and more importantly, how to LISTEN. What good does a good question do if you don’t genuinely listen to the answer?
Too often in life we just tick off the boxes of what we are supposed to do. It’s lead to a world of diplomatic, inauthentic people. If we focused a little more on being authentic to ourselves, doing what we want because we genuinely want to instead of have to, and showing our affection to others in the way they need it, I think we’d all feel a little more loved.
With baby boy turning a year old this week, my husband and I have been trying to stop cursing so much. Little man is talking so much and his babbling is actually starting to sound like to words and he is mimicking a lot of what we are saying. So I have encouraged my husband to replace those not so great words with funnier ones.
Here are snippets:
[baby kicks him]
"Oh fuuuudgesickles that hurt!"
[shit talking while playing jeopardy]
"You can kiss my sugar plum"
[more shit talking]
"Do you what? Think I’m better at this game than you? You bet your sweet sugar plum I am!"
[asking to pick my phone off the floor for me since the dogs were laying on me]
Husband:have you taken your temperature lately? Has your fever gone down?
Me (hopped up on cold meds):funny you should ask that. I just did and it told me it was a 36.7. I don't think I'm dead? Wouldn't I feel better if I was dead? I mean I probably wouldn't have this pressing urge to pee and no energy to get up if I died from this cold.
Husband:is the thermometer set to Celsius instead of Fahrenheit?
Me:we live in America! Why would the thermome- oh shit. How did that happen?
Me:...yes it was in Celsius. That makes a lot more sense. So great news! I'm not dead!
It turns green (his favorite color) when it is time to get up. We’re not exactly sure why, but he does not get out of bed unless this light turns on or we give him permission. It’s gotten to the point where we don’t even need to use the light anymore.
PS. All credit for our well regulated bed time routines goes to my wife. If I was in charge we’d be up watching funny YouTube videos and drinking Mt Dew all night.
My grandfather just taught my 6.5 month old son how to clap (with my help). He does it all the time now when he is happy! It’s adorable when he sees my husband and then does it! He claps when he sees his bottle. He claps when we tell him “Good Job!” for something he did. Any time you should clap for happiness, he claps.
Recently (TMI Alert!), he has trouble pooping (the baby, not my husband!). He will go 4-6 days with out any major success. We have tried everything like staying away from constipating foods like bananas and rice; as well as giving him 4 oz of straight apple juice a day (as per the doc’s orders). But alas, he still has trouble.
After this last bout of 5 day effort, he was finally successful (yay! Happy momma! Not a happy nose!). He is laying there as I change him and get him into a clean diaper. I look up at him, and I see him clapping.
My son is applauding the fact that he finally pooped.
I guess if I had to poop for 5 days and couldn’t; and I finally did? I would be clapping too.
Let’s give little man a round of applause everyone!
I like this picture going around FB, even though the quote is sloganny and simplistic.
My firstborn is a boy, and was an only child for 6 years. During that time, I noticed some patterns in what “boys’ moms” tended to say and what “girls’ moms” tended to say, and one of them was: moms of…