well if this isn’t the pot calling the kettle black.
I did a search for “perfect child” and the results were a staggering 2,096!
:eek:
Good Lord, your child ain’t that perfect.
Everytime I read a post by you its the same old my child did this, my child did that.
Hello? Nobody cares already!
[sub]ah hahaha! I kid ya FCM. You probably don’t mention your kid nearly as much as I do my dogs.
What’s that you say? You want to see my baby snuggled in the laundry? aw shucks, ok! [/sub]
Ah. Thankee.
Considering that I went straight from the womb into an incubator, I guess I started out as an underachiever. 
BNB! After my Shar-Pei Yoda, that may be the cutest doggie ever. DAMN!
I kind of wonder if I’ll be this hostile when my friends start spawning; I love babies, I’m not terribly grossed out by poop stories, and I’ll look at baby pictures till the cows come home.
But if you feel your friends aren’t interesting any more, why don’t you help them out a little? I’m sure deep down they’re bored out of their skulls (especially the stay-at-home parent) and would treasure some adult conversation once in a while. Why don’t you give them a good book every once in a while, or make a deal to watch the same TV show or movie every week so you’ll have something to talk about?
(Can you tell I’m only twenty and none of my close friends have had kids yet? 
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I think a lot of the people posting here are stay-at-homes, tsarina–I am, anyway, and I seem to recall that others of these names are too. Staying home isn’t inherently boring; like any job, it’s what you make of it that counts. I personally enjoy it very much.
Many of my good friends are also staying home with their kids, and are very interesting people. It’s those few–whether they have paying jobs or not–who just can’t seem to shut up about their kids that are being vented on here. Try to talk about something else, and they’ll turn back to their kids. Go to a book club meeting, and they’ll talk about their kids. Take them out to lunch, and you’ll hear about what their kid likes, hates, and is allergic to. (The Kidlet, btw, is allergic to peanuts and kiwifruit. :p).
I do talk with my friends about our kids quite a lot; we enjoy trading interesting stories and watching them develop. But we have lots of other interests, too, and our children are not the only thing we ever talk about.
Now, it’s true that one of the people I know who talks only about her little boy probably does it because he’s just about the only nice thing in her life. She lives for him because the rest of her life is an utter mess. (Yes, many people are helping her.) Others, however, just won’t talk about anything else.
Zette,
what kinda mommy are you?
no pictures?!
[sub] I am FCM’s nightmare…the enabler![/sub]
I know some people can be really obnoxious when they have some major life change. What you say about people talking ad nauseum about their kids can apply to anything, really: the born again Christian, the guy with the zillion tattoos, the animae fangirl, etc…
I think that it is easy to get sucked into the whole thing. Some people you can’t help (or have no inclination to help). Others, such as friends, perhaps need not so gentle reminders that there are other things in life.
I think that people get sucked into living vicariously through their kids.
I have three close friends with children under the age of three. The first is pretty normal still, and open about how annoying her child can be at times.
The second is a slave to her child. That kid rules the house with an iron fist. The slightest deviation from widdle pwincess’s routine is a recipe for hours of crying and ineffectual attempts at placating the child.
The last one is actually the most annoying–it’s less that she constantly talks about her kids and more that her world has shrunk down to (a) the kids, (b) Oprah, and © the baby weight she’s still carrying. Also, she has the incredibly rude habit of talking to her kid while she’s on the phone with me. It would be one thing if the kid was about to harm herself but that’s not the case. Also, she believes that sending her 2 year old to a “school” that costs an obscene amount of money is necessary for her kid to be (I’m quoting here) “a rocket scientist.” BUT, when the kid isn’t in school, she’s watching TV–I’m not kidding. The TV is on in that house from the minute the child eats breakfast until she goes to bed. I think they read to her before bed but I’m not sure. Suffice it to say I think some of her parenting choices are odd and inconsistent, to say the least.
Hrm… I’d think there was some sort of chemical reaction which goes on in the brain of a mother which makes her hell-bent on her kid, to the exclusion of everything else (friends, job, husband life).
The thing that shoots my theory down is that the dads are quite often exhibiting the same symptoms. I mean it is one thing if the brain-addled mother rattles on and on about poopy diapers, but it’s another when the dad does the same. Of course the dads are also quite into abusing/killing the kids and wives later on, so I don’t know.
Years ago before I got married and started a family I attended an afterwork going-away party for a beloved coworker who was leaving to start at a new job. We had just finished putting in a full day’s work and were looking forward to a pleasant evening at this restaurant to bid farewell to the guest of honor. Imagine my surprise when suddenly I see a hand holding a HUGE stack of photos thrust inches from my face. I look up. It’s a coworker who recently became a dad. He told me to look at these photos of his baby and pass them along before everyone got their hands dirty with food.
My thoughts then:
This evening is about the guest of honor, NOT your baby.
I would NEVER shove photos of my baby in anyone’s face. It’s one thing if someone ASKS to see the photos, but I’d never just shove them at anyone.
Do you HAVE to bring so MANY photos? I’d be willing to look at the best THREE pictures, but SPARE me the whole roll of film’s worth.
So what did I do? I politely looked the first half-dozen in the stack, then smiled and handed the stack to the person on my right. I don’t think the dad liked what I did. He muttered something under his breath, not sure what, but I don’t care.
Fairydust, I admire your restraint in not spilling drinks all over the stack of pictures.
You counted all of them?? :eek:
You actually got me curious so I ran the same search. You can’t blame me for all of that because those words come up a mess o’times in Great Debates, where I almost never venture. I opened a couple of the other threads and discovered that both words showed up, but not together and not posted by me, so nyah nyah nyah! 
As I was driving home from work yesterday, I got to thinking about a coworker I had in Virginia. She’d just had one kid. She raved and gushed about him constantly. I finally saw him for the first time at a division picnic. What an amazingly out-of-control brat he was! Momma and Daddy and Grandma were bending over backwards to cater to the little monster. I was relieved when she was reassigned to a different section and I wasn’t subjected to her any longer. But I do feel sorry for the kid. He’s in for a shock when he gets into the world and discovers it doesn’t revolve around him after all!!
Yeah, but it was plausible, wasn’t it?
Good grief. Don’t these people know how to make web-sites… with thumbnails.
You could suggest it jarbabyj and then he could just mail you the link… once.
It sounded like a good scientific number:
2,000 is too round a number.
Having seen a pic or two of Mr. Jar, I have to say that I’d be perfectly happy to get weekly emails with photos of him running around naked except for underwear on his head…
Just kidding, just kidding! jarbaby, put that five iron away…OUCH!
I had a very good friend from the time I was 12, but after she had a baby she became a different person. I tried, I swear I really did! I cooed over pictures, I listened to stories, I played with the baby, but there was never any adult interaction with my friend. No conversations that didn’t center around her child, no just-us-two Saturday lunches (why can’t your husband occasionally watch your little girl so we can chat?), absolutely no activity that did not involve little “Darlina.”
The funniest moment was when she invited me over to a New Years Eve party, BYOB. All right! I showed up with my beer and party hat in hand to discover a group of moms and babies in the living room, drinking tea, and having a prayer meeting.
I hate it, but our interaction has boiled down to her mass e-mailed glurge and fresh copies of toddler photos six times a year. We’ve moved so far in different directions, that I don’t know that we’ll ever have a connection again. 
awww. Woookie the ittle baby!
here’s my baby
Urgh. I’ve been peeking in on this thread now and then, but someone on one of my professional lists is really getting to me. She cannot post without mentioning one or both of her darling girls. They’re so smart. They’re so precious. Look at the story she wrote! Listen to the pithy comment she made! I’m so glad I work at home so I can spend more time fawning over my precious widdle angels!! I AM MOMMY, HEAR ME ROAR!
Excuse me while I vomit. This list is for talking about WORK, not about our itsy bitsy cutesy little snuggumses. <barf>
(Next week’s victim: You, yeah you, the one who has to add a postscript about your latest hobby activities at the end of EVERY STINKIN’ MESSAGE)
Man, you all must have balls the size of grapefruit to be posting pictures of your supposed “little darlings” in a thread that is decrying that very thing! Of all the selfish, silly…what?..my doggies? Oh, I couldn’t. Really. This isn’t the time or…
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