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I will probably not read anymore on this. This is not how you handle this kind of problem. Take the kid to a doctor have him check out. But to treat him like a baby when he doesn't want to be is child abuse. He is 12 not 2 -
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By Babygeebee · Posted
Okay. Who are you and what have you done with Moochie!? 😂 -
By Little Sherri · Posted
I've said this before, and I'm sure I'll say it again... you'd think I'd run out of stuff to say about my underwear?!? I'm sure some of you are hoping that I will. But, no, the Universe just keeps presenting me with material. Cases in point: - I fell down the staircase at my front door yesterday; this was the result of my trying to just "nip over to the garage" without acknowledging that it's been snowing and below zero for a few days now. I was wearing slippers, and they did what their name suggests they're good for - they slipped. My feet went out from under me, and I landed on my butt, and then went thunka-thunka skidding down a couple of steps before bringing myself to a halt. I was fine - maybe a little stiff today - further confirmation that I'm good at falling. I had the thought at the time that my tailbone might be in worse condition if I didn't have a Mega Inspire+ on. I got up, dusted myself off, and went about my business... until, a few hours later, when I felt coolness at the corner of my derrière, and assumed that I'd experienced a press-out leak - I'd been in that diaper for about 18 hours at that point, so this was not inconceivable, although the Inspire+ is a pretty reliable diaper. But it's not like I have a meter on my diaper that keeps track of what I'd put into it. So, I waddled over to the bathroom to get changed... and when I dropped my jeans, I realized that they were uniformly wet across the back... and had SAP granules in them. Huh? Taking off my diaper, I saw what the problem was - I had actually split the cover when I fell, straight up the middle, for about four inches. So, yeah, not the diaper's fault. It was interesting, though, that the diaper cover was torn, but my jeans had no damage to them - it almost look like a compressive failure. - Case 2: once again, I became embroiled in a conversation I probably should have avoided... my daughter and my wife got home mid-evening from one of my daughter's activities, and she wanted to use our shower, rather than the one in her bathroom. My wife, however, skated into the bathroom first, and I heard the bleating from my daughter as I walked into our bedroom. She turned to me and said, "DAD! Mom went and occupied the bathroom, when she knows I need to shower, and now it's going to reek in there like someone pooped in a sauna!" (I loved her analogy...) My wife then exited the bathroom, so I took the opportunity to take a gentle poke at her, something which she does not me on a daily, if not an hourly basis (not that I don't richly deserve it...). I said "If you know you're going to scorch the earth, and she needs to shower, you could use one of the other bathrooms..." Her reply: "First, I had to pee, so I don't know what she's complaining about (looks at our daughter). Second, that's easy for you to say (looks pointedly at me) - you can crap in your Pampers whenever you feel like it. I had to go, and this was the closest bathroom, and I'll use whatever bathroom I like - I don't see how it's any of your business, diaper boy." Boom boom, the double-tap, two shot kill. I felt my diaper acutely in that moment. But it also raised a question, which I did not posit, probably wisely... does she think that I actually crap in my "Pampers"? We've never discussed this. But I assumed she knew that wasn't what I'm up to, because while I regularly cross the stage in front of her wearing diapers that are showing at least some sign of being wet, if not outright glowing yellow and sagging halfway to my knees (I'm looking at you, Rearz Daydreamers...), I don't use my baby pants for #2 very often, and that never happens around her, or if it does, it was involuntary, and I evaporate from the room instantaneously. Maybe I should load up my diaper tonight and just hang around like that for a while, so that she knows how good she has it, most of the time? Er, no. That might see me spending Christmas in one of those hotel brands that reference either gardens or courtyards, the ones where the rooms have a kitchenette, to facilitate elongated stays... -
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