good idea -
My (almost) three yo son is a creature of habit. When i put him down to bed the routine should be just so, and if you try to alter it, he looks at you like your an idiot, and insists that you do it right. we sing some songs before bed. they are in a specific order.
twinkle twinkle comes first.
then row, row, row your boat.
then there is the option of a few others.
then it ends with jack be nimble.
a couple days ago, i tried to start with row, row, row your boat, and was quickly interrupted that it was twinkle twinkle that we had to do. I started in, but then mixed the words with row, row, row.... it tripped him up for barely a second before realizing he was being had, and he got upset that i would cheat him thusly. so i apologized for my accidental screw up and we completed the ritual.
Last night, i was a little more subtle... i started as expected with twinkle twinkle, but sang it to the tune of row, row, row your boat. I had to run it through my head first, and figured i might screw it up, but it actually didn't sound very forced in the end. it worked great. He had a look on his face that he knew something wasn't quite right, and he didn't sing along. but he didn't immediately catch that he was being cheated. it was as if he was question his own perceptions or memory rather than what i was presenting to him.
the best part was that half way through he started singing along with the proper incorrect tune, as if it was perfectly natural. Then, we sang row, row, row with the tune of twinkle twinkle, and he took to it naturally from the beginning without any problem...
after we finished, that song he had a look on his face like he was deep in thought (for a toddler).
-bad idea
http://www.newschannel9.com/news/year-987196-old-christmas.html
Nigel,
whats the status on that Discordian Parenting project? Were you planning on spearheading it?
Okay, I'm no rocket scientist, but, if your brilliant parenting skills (I'm referring to the woman in the link, not Iptuous) result in your 4 year old kid getting his hands on some beer and then engaging in theft, wouldn't you want to stay the fuck AWAY from the news cameras?
:horrormirth:
That's an interesting idea, iptuous.
Experimentation: The One Reason Why Ratatosk Might Want a Child... someday.
Ip, the fact that you spend that kind of time with your kid means you're a good parent.
EOS.
I tend to avoid fucking with my kid's minds too much. I always keep in mind that they will be the ones to choose whatever home I end up in.....
Quote from: Khara on December 17, 2009, 06:25:32 PM
I tend to avoid fucking with my kid's minds too much. I always keep in mind that they will be the ones to choose whatever home I end up in.....
I told my kids horrible lies.
"Of course there's monsters under the bed. Where else would they live?"
Now they don't believe anything without proof, no matter who tells them.
Quote from: Iptuous on December 17, 2009, 06:06:21 PM
good idea -
My (almost) three yo son is a creature of habit. When i put him down to bed the routine should be just so, and if you try to alter it, he looks at you like your an idiot, and insists that you do it right. we sing some songs before bed. they are in a specific order.
twinkle twinkle comes first.
then row, row, row your boat.
then there is the option of a few others.
then it ends with jack be nimble.
a couple days ago, i tried to start with row, row, row your boat, and was quickly interrupted that it was twinkle twinkle that we had to do. I started in, but then mixed the words with row, row, row.... it tripped him up for barely a second before realizing he was being had, and he got upset that i would cheat him thusly. so i apologized for my accidental screw up and we completed the ritual.
Last night, i was a little more subtle... i started as expected with twinkle twinkle, but sang it to the tune of row, row, row your boat. I had to run it through my head first, and figured i might screw it up, but it actually didn't sound very forced in the end. it worked great. He had a look on his face that he knew something wasn't quite right, and he didn't sing along. but he didn't immediately catch that he was being cheated. it was as if he was question his own perceptions or memory rather than what i was presenting to him.
the best part was that half way through he started singing along with the proper incorrect tune, as if it was perfectly natural. Then, we sang row, row, row with the tune of twinkle twinkle, and he took to it naturally from the beginning without any problem...
after we finished, that song he had a look on his face like he was deep in thought (for a toddler).
-bad idea
http://www.newschannel9.com/news/year-987196-old-christmas.html
Nigel,
whats the status on that Discordian Parenting project? Were you planning on spearheading it?
Yes, I was, and would like to continue collecting materials for it. I started it right before my world went tits-up last fall, so it's been in limbo, but I'd really like to compile a book someday. This is good... really good. I love messing with kids' heads, it makes them into THINKERS.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on December 17, 2009, 06:26:42 PM
Quote from: Khara on December 17, 2009, 06:25:32 PM
I tend to avoid fucking with my kid's minds too much. I always keep in mind that they will be the ones to choose whatever home I end up in.....
I told my kids horrible lies.
"Of course there's monsters under the bed. Where else would they live?"
Now they don't believe anything without proof, no matter who tells them.
My husband wants to do the same thing if/when we have kids, so they question everyone and everything.
Quote from: Khara on December 17, 2009, 06:25:32 PM
I tend to avoid fucking with my kid's minds too much. I always keep in mind that they will be the ones to choose whatever home I end up in.....
I would certainly avoid any sort of malicious 'fucking with'....
I hope i didn't come across as portraying my kiddo as OCD such that this caused him anguish in any way!
I do think that confusing children in some small and controlled ways is good for their minds. Some of the most poingiant eureka moments i had growing up were specifically triggered by some adult fucking with my mind...
I see myself telling stories like this in a few years.
Quote from: Iptuous on December 17, 2009, 06:38:48 PM
Quote from: Khara on December 17, 2009, 06:25:32 PM
I tend to avoid fucking with my kid's minds too much. I always keep in mind that they will be the ones to choose whatever home I end up in.....
I would certainly avoid any sort of malicious 'fucking with'....
I hope i didn't come across as portraying my kiddo as OCD such that this caused him anguish in any way!
I do think that confusing children in some small and controlled ways is good for their minds. Some of the most poingiant eureka moments i had growing up were specifically triggered by some adult fucking with my mind...
No and I didn't mean it that way, sorry, I was just being a smart ass!!!
Quote from: -Kel- on December 17, 2009, 06:38:14 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on December 17, 2009, 06:26:42 PM
Quote from: Khara on December 17, 2009, 06:25:32 PM
I tend to avoid fucking with my kid's minds too much. I always keep in mind that they will be the ones to choose whatever home I end up in.....
I told my kids horrible lies.
"Of course there's monsters under the bed. Where else would they live?"
Now they don't believe anything without proof, no matter who tells them.
My husband wants to do the same thing if/when we have kids, so they question everyone and everything.
It works.
But I bet they're gonna beat me when I'm old.
Everyone gets their Fun™ in different ways.
Quote from: LMNO on December 17, 2009, 06:40:47 PM
I see myself telling stories like this in a few years.
I've been waiting for several years for the chance to tell a story in waiting. My sister's son being the oldest of the bunch, just lost his first tooth.
Next time i see him, i will mention the hole in his smile, which will prompt him to tell me the story about loosing his tooth. (sister said it came out when he was brushing his teeth and the blood made an impression on him since it was mixed with toothpaste water, looked like a murder scene)
after he tells his story, i'll tell him that he seemed to take it pretty well. then i will casually mention, "just wait till your baby fingers start falling off."
I expect he will look at me incredulously and say that's not true. I'll tell him that he shouldn't expect to live his whole life with tiny little fingers, right? nope they fall out and you get adult fingers just like with your teeth.
i expect he'll say that his parents never said anything about that, to which i will reply that they didn't tell him about his teeth falling out either, did they? at that point i will tell him to go ask his dad, and that he should expect him to deny it, but that he will react oddly enough that he should be able to tell that he is hiding something....
My sister is having her third son, at this very moment, and after i take off from work to go up to the hospital, i will see him. I will report back how the conversation goes...
Quoteparenting
generally a bad idea.
Now some of the stuff being talked about, yeah, I've done. I'll tell my kids the monster is in the closet and hand them a baseball bat to go kill it. Then when they see there is no monster.... Well they learn to check shit out for themselves.
My oldest son (this was when we were in FL) got caught with those little tree frogs a couple of times at school. Then the little shit filled his whole bookbag with the damned things (over 200) and took them to school and let them go in the teachers desk. So when I picked him up for his suspension I told him my real concern was him catching the green dot golblutz from touching all those frogs. That this dreaded disease could kill him if he broke out in the green spots, the only cure was a series of 15 shots in various parts of his body. Then that night I took a permanent green sharpie and covered him with dots. :evil: To this day he won't go near a frog even though he knows the truth. I just wish I could have gotten the Dr to give him a couple of shots in the series......
I personally, and this may be because of my totally whacked out life, have been brutally honest with my kids. As a result, they are very very serious kids. When they do try to be funny it is extremely sarcastic and tends to piss people off.
So I don't know which is the right way to go. I have 3 and at this point, I just want them to graduate high school and get the hell out of my refridgerator.
Quote from: Khara on December 17, 2009, 10:30:31 PM
I just want them to graduate high school and get the hell out of my refridgerator.
THIS! :lulz:
Parenting, in general, is a terrible idea.
This is what letting your children run wild and get raised by wolves is for.
Quote from: Squid on December 18, 2009, 05:46:20 AM
Quote from: Khara on December 17, 2009, 10:30:31 PM
I just want them to graduate high school and get the hell out of my refridgerator.
THIS! :lulz:
*snirf* that reminds me I still have some mouldy leftovers ... they grow up so quickly ... :cry:
My father used to mess with my head--insisting I was not a true human, born as a human baby. I was this "slimy little thing" (he had no word for it, just that description) that he found under a rock one day (sometimes it was by the side of the road, sometimes in an alley), and he had to take me to the hospital to perform an operation to make me into a baby. When I got old enough to protest that I had baby pictures of myself with my mother in the hospital, he said she'd loved me that much to go with me and make sure I was ok.
I'm not sure if this made me question him more, or what...because I remember being affected by this story for a long while. Mostly because I think I really WANTED to believe him, but he always at the end told me it wasn't true and how could I be so gullible?
Of course, my dad was the one who, when I'd ask stuff like "If men have Adam's apples, what do women have?" would answer "Eve's oranges."
Quote from: Cain on December 18, 2009, 09:22:47 AM
Parenting, in general, is a terrible idea.
This is what letting your children run wild and get raised by wolves is for.
Maybe so, but most women's mothering instinct won't let them. So they go batshit insane themselves while they keep the babies. :lulz:
Quote from: Iptuous on December 17, 2009, 07:03:07 PM
...then i will casually mention, "just wait till your baby fingers start falling off."...
My sister is having her third son, at this very moment, and after i take off from work to go up to the hospital, i will see him. I will report back how the conversation goes...
Parenting: Not without risk!
New nephew came into the world amidst drama... My sister was at the hospital in one of those rooms that looks relatively comfortable and homey, but if there is an emergency, it transforms autobot style into future tech surgery cube. My brother in law got to see it transform. Sister and nephew are both alive and ok 8), but it was sketchy there for a while... :eek:
So I didn't get to tell her oldest son that his baby fingers were going to fall off eventually...
:sad:
Glad they made it through ok. I had a dicey situation myself with my first--that was no fun.
I have a friend who barely survived childbirth. She had to stay in the hospital for four days, and take a pill every 4 hours I think to stop her from bleeding to death.
Quote from: Mistress Freeky on December 18, 2009, 05:50:55 PM
I have a friend who barely survived childbirth. She had to stay in the hospital for four days, and take a pill every 4 hours I think to stop her from bleeding to death.
Yeah, kinda sucks that my sister's going to have to stay in the hospital through her birthday on the 20th... :sad:
The 20th is my mom's birthday. Small world.
Quote from: Mistress Freeky on December 18, 2009, 06:08:53 PM
The 20th is my mom's birthday. Small world.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Birthday_paradox
(also ZOMG 23)
Being a parent is not that bad as long as you stay on top of things. If you start slipping your progeny will sense your weakness and that's when they strike. You must me an iron-fisted tyrant and they will not dare defy you.
StD,
keeps an elephant gun loaded with tranquilizer darts on the wall in preparation for the day he slips.