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Mooooooooo
Join Date: Sep 2002
Location: Over here!
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From the Start, Call It Something Else
The man from the window replacement company was in my living room, drawing up our contract.
My 16-month old toddler waddled around the room, wanting my attention. She climbed up onto the chaise where we usually nurse. She lay flat on her back. The window man continued to scratch away at the contract, his concentration breaking only when my daughter raised her head to look at me and innocently, but loudly demand: BOOoooo-BIEEEEeeeee!
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Lollypop!
Join Date: Sep 2002
Location: we are all made of stars
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Be yourself, because the people that mind don't matter, and the people that matter don't mind. -Dr. Seuss |
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Spone to Proonerisms
Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: The Left Coast
Posts: 4,531
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In our house it's buh-BAAAH!
but other people call it "noo-noo" for "nursing"
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constantly amazed
Join Date: Feb 2005
Location: in the labyrinth of shared happiness
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With our first child, my husband made the mistake of always asking me "Is it time to give her THE BREAST now?" "Are you going to give her the BREAST?" "Did you pump some BREAST milk for her?" Don't ask me why, I have no idea. We were both sleep-deprived, language was difficult.
So of course my daughter, who nursed until she was two and a half (yes, I was brain washed by La Leche League) immediately picked up on it and started asking for it by name when she was hungry. On a visit to in-laws, one Sunday I found myself sitting in the service of an extremely soft-spoken, slightly stuck-up Episcopalian church. I was trying to discreetly entertain my toddler and listen to the message at the same time. She got bored and kept trying to lift my shirt, getting more and more frustrated. The priest began endlessly intoning some very ornate, elaborate prayer, and in the middle of a very long pause in which we were to silently sit there and meditate, my daughter's voice suddenly echoed around the large room: "BWEST! I WANT BWEST!" All eyes turned. Thereafter, we made a point of saying things like "Would you like to eat now?" and "Is it time to feed her?" So much better. |
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elite rabble
Join Date: Sep 2002
Location: Houston
Posts: 4,147
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If you have seen "Meet the Fockers" you know the ASL sign for milk. That's how we ask Harrison.
You want milk? *ASL sign for milk*
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constantly amazed
Join Date: Feb 2005
Location: in the labyrinth of shared happiness
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That's brilliant.
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