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I shouldn’t let this kind of shit bother me, but when you read a comment like “I question how much she really loves and nurtures her children. Why did she choose to have another, and heaven forbid she does it again. What will her boys think of her and how she feels about them when they are old enough to read what she says about them?”, it really sort of drops a wet turd on your morning. Not because I believe this to be true in any way shape or form, but because I feel unhappy that people like that have access to the stories I share about my life and my children’s lives.
I read a great quote recently that had to do with sanctimonious parents who say they feel bad for other people’s kids — kids whose parents make different choices than the person doing the judging — it was something like, “I won’t feel sorry for your kids if you won’t feel sorry for mine.” I admire that, because it’s a taking-the-high-road sort of response, and I wish I could feel that way.
But you know, I don’t. I DO feel sorry for kids whose parents act like the people who take the time out of their loving, nurturing lives to write cruel comments about parents they don’t even know, because those children are being raised in an environment of intolerance. They’re going to learn that it’s perfectly okay to call names and to treat each other like crap, all because someone’s lifestyle isn’t the same as their own.
It’s the same old story, we’ve heard this junk a million times before, I know. I’ll just never understand why we can’t disagree with each other without resorting to below-the-belt behavior.
(Portrait of a resentful, unloving family. If seen, please report to the nearest authority. Possibly a hairstylist, because WHOAH.)
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I’m afraid of what kind of people we are producing when they never know one second of hardship in childhood.
Delurking to say… I will continue to read you because you are real. Never read her until today, but WHOAH- Rude. And judgemental.
Glad to read about real parenting from a real and transparent mom who doesn’t sugar coat.
Keep on keepin’ on Linda!
I think this calls for only one solution- fresh baked pumpkin cream cheese muffins!
Also, where are the 2008 pumpkin photos? I need creative carving ideas ASAP.
No matter what your boys will know that everything you wrote was with love. Hell they live with you! They’ll know you are being sarcastic.
Oh my! Unhappy martyr is how I’d describe that person. Keep your chin up and do what’s right for you and yours. Somedays, comments like that can keep me spinning and other days, they roll off my back. Let this one roll…….you are amazing to share your family. No matter what you write, being reasonable is never going to be a match for being unreasonable. You reach the reasonable moms out there and we love you for it!
Dear Lord that is one judgmental woman! Did a little skimming while I was there, and lo and behold found out that she practices “telling her child when it’s acceptable to poop” – now THAT’S far more abusive than letting them cry themselves back to sleep (which I did x3 kids myself)! I would have lost my sanity had I not allowed them to discover on their own that they were fine and could fall back asleep easily!
I love your site! I see the humor you write with and love how it comes across! Don’t let idiots like her ruin your day!
Like Jenni before me said…….keep on keepin’ on Linda!
We’re here for ya!
dunno if you’re going to read this far into your comments, but I just want to tell you not to give up on your sleep training b/c of some a-hole. Every baby is different and Ferber is sooo not CIO. It’s that crazy Babywise stuff that has kids at 2 months old left to scream for milk that’s got people in a bunch and frequently confused w/Ferber. Don’t let this set you back and know that once you get thru the Ferber, life will be BLISS. Any pediatrician (and I’m sure yours included) will tell you that the do not NEED to eat in the middle of the night past 7+ months and have no issues with Ferber – most reccomend it.
Yes, you are *that* good. You are expressing the universal truths of parenthood. Frustration is natural when you are caring for a being who is dependant but willful. Joy is natural when watching somone you have known since conception master the world they were born into.
She will learn that she will not be able to find all of the answers in whatever books she has been reading. Children do not come with manuals. They are individuals with different needs. Believe me, if sleep is not her challenge, it will be something else. It is just a fact of parenthood.
Nothing like a wet turd in the morning. To each his own but I feel the same about intolerant people. Diversity in parenting is a Good Thing. Otherwise we would all be raising little boring robots. Every child is different and so is every parent. Those who feel the need to bash and feel sorry for kids and their parents’ decisionmaking need to seriously look at themselves with a critical eye. That would have made me feel like crap too even though you are a good parent and you know it. F*ck ’em.
Linda, thanks for presenting the real view of parenting. It’s easy enough to find sanctimonious bullshit – oh, everywhere else, I guess.
I read this blog because it’s refreshing to hear others say what I’m so often thinking. So for that, thanks.
-a reader who will continue to read :)
If your kids are clean, healthy and happy, that’s it. You’re a good mom. We all should stop judging how we get there.
Fuck her.
At the end of the day, you’ll have wonderful kids who will appreciate the fact that their mother raised them with an independent spirit, and a sense of humor.
She’ll have kids who will grow up to be those asshole pundits on cable news networks who are aghast at what outfit someone of the other political party is wearing.
People who excel at judging others are the ones who usually need a more critical eye turned inwards, ya know?
I’ve been reading you since you were on dland. I used to curse the heavens if more than 24 hours went by without a new entry; it was all one-way, but I felt like we were friends. Told all my friends about you. Then you had children and I stopped actively commenting, stopped linking you and stopped talking you up and now only skim over pages when I have the time, just to make sure you’re doing okay. Which, fine. Whatever. It surely didn’t deserve a whole blog entry devoted to it, like that Gillian woman (who IMO, based on that little sidebar bio, needs to wake up and smell the reality). “All the CIOers ban together.” Really? Isn’t that why she runs an AP site, to “band together?” The hypocrisy infuriates me. But that’s why I stopped reading you, Linda. Your Laissez-faire attitude toward parenting styles when you are attacked does not seem to translate to others when they differ from you, no matter how minor the issue, and your blog has gone from fun to alienating those who have chosen different lifestyles. You blog is no longer a Linda Life blog, it’s a parenting blog with parenting ads and links to other mommy sites, sometimes sprinkled with obsessive fitness discussions, of which I will reserve opinion. Your blog is your blog and the content is obviously dictated by the owner, but as a former one-way friend, I feel the need to tell you that I think you need to be able to take what you dish out and really examine what you are saying. Because often, you are doing the exact same thing you preach against.
What a hoser. I really think she was looking for hits on her depressing little blog.
May the sunshine and rainbows continue to fly out her ass.
We all (or most of us anyways) try to raise our children the best way we know how. It really, really bothers me to see mothers tear each other apart over different choices. Her post and its complete assbaggery totally chapped my ass.
I love your blog for its refreshing and honest approach to parenting.
I’m so sorry that you’ve had to step into this prickle bush of an emotional issue and get attacked for it, but really grateful to hear you share your open-minded thoughts on the sleep debate.
It’s so obvious that you want to figure out what’s best for Dylan as carefully as you can, just know that those people must have some things going on in their own lives that are blinding them from seeing anything about you but the one thing that they disagree with.
I think you’re an amazing mom; the thoughtfulness with which you can see the good and bad moments is a gift that I feel sure your sons love in you and will help them appreciate the happy and sad moments in life all the more as well.
The SDA is off and running. (SDA = Sundry Defense Army). Wow, this chick is going to rue the day she ever criticized your parenting methods.
I do think she’s backtracking now saying she didn’t say anything mean and nasty. But she did – in her comments. She should at least take ownership of her own comments.
But yeah, being nasty to her is just as bad as her original hatefulness. She’ll get hers.
In her previous entries that she links to she does say she is so very tired…but now when you are doing what works for you, suddenly she isn’t even tired with her up-every-two-hours baby. Come on now – she has GOT to be tired and suffering from altitude sickness up there on her pedestal without the soothing wonderfulness of coffee (even some Starbucks decaf for goodness sake – my saviour while I was nursing). You are my inspiration to get back in shape too – I bought a jogging stroller off Craigslist just this morning. Keep on keeping on.
Hillary said it all – If your kids are clean, healthy and happy, that’s it. You’re a good mom. We all should stop judging how we get there.
I have a mother-in-law who does not get this concept. We got along great before I had her grandchildren; now I am the focus of her tisk tisking. Oy vey.
Onto stroller: Gracco Duoglide double strollers are wonderful. I have a 3 yr old and a 7 mo old. I recently had to take them to an appointment during nap time. He slept in the front seat and she in the back – both seats fold back for sleeping. Plenty of storage underneath. Snap-on capability for Gracco infant carriers/car seats. The only downside – sometimes the “fold down” dimensions are too long to fit into the trunks of smaller cars.
Ahh..there’s always got to be a couple sancitimonious people who get their jollies by bashing others. You know the truth.. so don’t let it bother you for longer than a day.. ( I say that because I’d probably fret, get angry and feel misunderstood and then get over it in a 24 hour period ) You are the best mom.. and I really love reading your blogs.. xo
I read every word of yours that I can find on the internet (well except the strictly excercise stuff, because I’m lazy and your bad assery just reminds me). I comment occasionally, but because I’m just a garden variety fan-girl and not some crazed stalker I generally don’t go back to a post once I’ve commented on it. That’s why it always about shocks me out of my sneakers when you mention in a post about some asshole you’ve encountered.
The fact is, anyone who doesn’t speak about the challenges of parenthood isn’t painting a true picture. When I think about your relationship with your kids, I’m thinking about how awesome it is that you geocache with them and that you’re regulars at the petting farm…not that you feed them too many hotdogs or get pissed that they don’t sleep well. Hell, my baby sleeps like shit. I love him and I assume you love your little nosferatu also. But the truth is, I don’t have to assume because its fricking obvious in the way you discuss your family that you love them to bits.
When I was a kid, my mom used to call me a stinker and then cover me in kisses. That’s the kind of thing I hear when you talk about selling your kids to the circus. Just a sanity check. No more, no less. Your kids are lucky. They’ll get a really honest picture of what it was like to love them through their earliest, poop covered, days. When they’re grown you’ll be able to laugh about it together.
As far as the CIO stuff goes, you inspired me to trust my instincts. I just ordered the Ferber book too. Good luck to us both.
something about all of it is just a little weird – when people post things on their blogs that make me think I don’t want to read them anymore (and it’s happened…but rare, I did it recently when someone on my blog list blasted Obama and then went on an anti-Muslim tirade…) I just unlink them without ceremony…i don’t comment in my blog or blow trumpets to announce it. the follow-up post by gillian seems a bit too “what? me?” to be believable. it seems to speak of an unusual neediness that seems a bit off.
kim
I know you have a pretty thick skin, but I’m sure it can be repeated: you are a great mom who happens to share the intimate details of her parenting struggles online. It is hard for some people to understand why some parents make the choices they do (like CIO) when they have never been in the same situation. You are awesome, a great mom and I will NEVER stop reading you!
I was stunned by the comments over there and saddened, for you, for us, for mothers everywhere who are doing their best with this most impossible job only to be judged for having different opinions.
I just wanted to say that you and your words and your unique, honest, funny, loving perspective on motherhood has helped me more than you will ever know. Maybe if enough of us say that it will dim the memory of those other words over there. No? Bummer.
Pay no attention to the idiot on the other blog. You keep it real and that’s what we love about you!
If she’d been civil, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt and none of this reaction would be happening. It’s astonishing that she would drop in here and say she never said those bad things when all of the meanness emanates from her comments and blog entries. Sometimes she’s blatant and other times she inspires meanness in her readers.
Gillian has no interest in being civil or having a dialogue. She’s all about open your mouth wide while I shove my point of view down your throat until you choke. And if you refuse, I’ll gossip and say hurtful things and encourage other people to say hurtful things in a big old gangbang of cruelty.
In homeopathy, you need to ingest a little bit of the poison to become healed of what’s ailing you and this lady is waaaaaaaay overdue for a bitchslap. Being civil with bullies like her doesn’t work.
Oh and look. She said she stopped reading and yet here she is reading all the comments like the obsessed little wanker she is.
She will only begin to care about the negative impact she has on other people when the people in her life start growing distant. She’s self aware enough to admit she’s got a problem in her bio page. Unfortunately, her statement is somewhat disingenuous since she refuses to take responsibility for the flame wars she starts.
Well it’s hurtful and it sucks, but don’t let it get to you. It’s pointless to waste energy on crap like that. I do think it’s funny how many people have left comments on her post though. She was rude and judgmental, and now she’s getting a taste of what it feels like.
Thing the first: >
Thing the second: you are a good mom.
That said, some people need to knock down others to make themselves feel better. She sure seems to have expended alot of time and effort and braincells deciding not to read blogs etc.
You are funny and witty and I am glad to read you stuff on a daily basis.
again >
Deanna
If, as an adult, I discovered my mother’s blog (or journal, as the case may be) and she wrote about me like you write about your children, oh, I’d laugh my ass off, then I’d show up at her door with pie and a giant hug. It would be so comforting (especially as I start my own family now) to hear the struggles my mom went through, to know that she’s human and gets frustrated like every other mother, and to really know how hard she worked, and how much she loved her three little bat-shit, hyperactive, supercute children. I can’t imagine my mom being anything but a seasoned vision of calm right now, and a glimpse into her what she was like when she was going through this, well, it would bond us. And your honesty and fearlessness, your ability to just say it how it is is something moms need more of in the world.
De-lurking (at least I don’t think I’ve ever commented… ) to say: wow. I don’t have kids but I can’t imagine how that would feel to have someone publically question your family’s choices in writing like that.
BTW: My parents were old-school and let us “cry it out” and learn to put ourselves to sleep back in the 70s and we turned out fine. I rarely need someone to put me in a swing or rock me to sleep anymore!! :D
Mean people suck. You have a great sense of humor and when I’m really stressing on how painfully annoying my children are being and why the hell did I become a parent……I think about some of the things you write. You make me feel like I’m not alone because you’re honest, it’s not all grins. But it is an amazing thing to be a parent and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I love my two boys more than anything in my life.
We have a lot of hate going on in California right now with prop 8. It’s really bringing out the uglies from the intolerant massess. I just wonder why people have to be so ugly all the time.
There’s just a lot of mean people out there. But you are appreciated!!! So don’t ever stop because we’d miss you…and your tips for stoping the zombies : )
You know, I’m not much of a kiss-ass blogger “yes-man,” but I have to say, WOW. The comment that best sums up my feelings:
“I enjoy Sundry’s blog, as she seems to be one of the few bloggers who doesn’t portray motherhood as a constant waterfall of rainbows and baby unicorns.”
And also: “…letting a baby (a baby who is plump and warm and lives in a first world country flowing with everything it could ever need) cry once in awhile to save your ability to function the next morning is not a sin, it’s normal.” Come on people. She’s not leaving the baby alone in the desert.
Anyway. I’m rather appalled. And that’s coming from a pretty judgmental, childless bitch. Who loves your blog. I read these things as I try to make my own decisions about whether or not to breed, and let me tell you, I am sick of the “rainbows and baby unicorns” crap.
My first baby, a boy, just turned four weeks old yesterday. I have been RABIDLY reading your blog archives related to those first months with Riley; they’ve been serving as some sort of reassurance drug for me! Of course those comments would make you feel horrible, but please know that your brave willingness to write honestly about raising your children is a lifesaver for me and probably for scads more people than would ever berate you for your parenting techniques (-slash-survival strategies). I’m grateful for you. :-)
In the blogosphere you get to hear what people are saying behind your back. Blech. Sure it makes you feel bad – if it didn’t you wouldn’t be human.
Tiny D and Riley are going to absolutely love reading all your writing when they grow up. And they’ll be “oh, you were so right” when they have their own.
Killer photo of the fam!
Linda – You rock…that’s it.
Angela – I appreciate that you spoke carefully. But one thing you said made me wonder why you commented at all. If you say you are down to “only skim over pages when I have the time” then how do you feel knowledgeable enough about Linda’s present day self to say “often, you are doing the exact same thing you preach against”? I read Linda’s blogs daily and she is the farthest thing possible from being judgmental. When she is attacked then she lets loose, and this I find more than understandable. I have stopped reading many many many bloggers because their attitudes have switched from openness to a holier-than-thou attitude and to this day I find Linda to be refreshingly open, honest and entertaining (absolutely hilarious actually) without ever feeling flogged with her opinion.
People like Alice need to really get a grip and remember “different strokes for different folks.” It cheeses me off as much as when someone says to have an open mind and then won’t listen to anyone’s point of view unless it is their own or identical to their own. Hate. That.
We CIO’d with both our kids, and honestly, some kids just have to learn how to get themselves back to sleep.
So sorry this happened to you.
I have no helpful comments on the situation at hand, but am feeling badly for you that your Monday will go down as a big, smelly shart because of all of this.
Hopefully it will all blow over, and then some other asshole somewhere on the internet will do something, and people can get all riled up over that instead. :)
Below is one of Gillian’s posts from her archives. She goes on to say that her husband works 6-7 days a week, 12 hour days, but still manages to find time to play hockey and have fun with his friends. I think she knows she is insufferable, but is at a loss as to what to do about it. She seems VERY unhappy. Note the sleep talk in there too, made me laugh.
“I usually have a hard time getting my thoughts to calm down, to focus on my breath. I really like yoga classes where the instructor doesn’t shut up, where the guide me to move my body in a particular way and to remember to relax my facial muscles and remember to breathe, in and out, feel your lungs, yada yada yada. Yesterday was no different, my mind would often wander away from where it was supposed to be, and I realized how much I think about Ash. A mommy friend who joined me for the class was joking with me earlier about what did I think about before the baby? and it felt… kind of pitiful to me that in some of my only selfish time during the day I couldn’t stop thinking about Ash. Nothing in particular or interesting, he was just on my mind. Then I thought about how sad that was, how I was the woman I didn’t want to be prior to getting pregnant- all consumed by motherhood- forgotten who she was outside of being a mom, one who defines herself by her children. And then my next thought was, “I’m glad I don’t have to stop thinking about Ash anytime soon!”
I love my child more than anything else in the world, but I wish I had some kind of a life outside of him. Clive works a lot (six or seven days a week, 12 hours a day) and so I’m home without a car and without any money to do anything for myself (and even if I did have time and the money to do something, I wouldn’t have a CLUE what to do), but he still manages to go out and play hockey once a week and on the weekend he saw his high school friends who were visiting Halifax when here for the D250 concert. He was out until 2am and having a great time. The next morning I realized that Hey! I haven’t been out alone after dark in um, more than a year. Sad.
Actually, that’s a lie. I went to the gym once after Ash went to bed back in the Spring, and Ash woke up and then cried for a full hour until I got home. I didn’t go out again. No way am I not going to be there for him when he needs me, and babies just tend to need their mamas at night. Ash loves Clive- if he sees him in the middle of the night during a nursing session or something, he gets very excited and has a hard time falling back to sleep. The other day he hurt himself and wanted nothing to do with me, no sir, it was all about papa. But I know that Clive just doesn’t cut it in the evenings. Last night, for example, it took Ash more than an hour to fall asleep (he was overtired, which doesn’t make sense to me), and when Clive went in to try to comfort him after I got fed up and told him it was HIS TURN, GODDAMMIT! Ash had nothing to do with it and really cried for me. As soon as I came into the room the waterworks stopped.
Also, unrelated, I’m still nursing about every two hours throughout the night. Last night was rough and seemed like every 45 minutes. Thank god Clive takes Ash for 1.5-2 hours in the morning (between 7/7:30am-9) so I can go back to sleep, otherwise I’d be a mean and angry zombie all day. I hate being tired.
One really great (?) thing about being a parent is that you have to be (or should be, anyway) upbeat at all times. My days are filled with “look Ash, a BICYCLE!” “do you hear the POLICE CAR?!” “WOW! That was GREAT walking!” “Can you get me the book with NEMO on it? YAY NEMO!” Seriously, I am so annoying to listen to, but Ash likes it and it keeps him happy and then I actually start believing that looking a bikes is SO COOL! So I end up being happy most of the time. The other evening I went to the convenience store to get a treat while Clive stayed home with Ash and I walked past a bike and actually thought to myself, “WOW! LOOK AT THAT BIKE!!!” and then quickly caught myself and was like, “woah dude, you really need a life. You’re not even near a child right now and just look at what you’re thinking about.” I can’t stop.”
sympathies.
some people are unaware of how blogs, unlike diaries, can cause injury. it’s one thing to write about your own life, but people should be more careful when the comment negatively about other people’s lives. it sure feels like high school all over again.
Reading her post and the first several comments made me sick to my stomach. How can there still be people like that? There is nothing about her logic that makes the slightest bit of sense. Shame on her.
I just don’t understand what someone gains from calling another mother out for being a so-called “bad mommy”. Must be by declaring someone else “bad” you become the “good” one… I just wish moms could realize that not everyone is going to choose the same things for their life and their child and that what works for you is what is most important. Declaring that someone else is a bad mother doesn’t help anyone – especially if that woman is most certainly NOT a bad mother. Ridiculous….
I know I don’t often comment here on your blog, but I do read it. I have been for probably close to 2 years now. I love your witty personality and the way that you can make a bad mothering day seem funny.
She had no right to say the things she said. I don’t agree with everything every mother does or says, but that doesn’t give me the right to say mean things about them. I do find myself judging others from time to time, but I try hard not to. What kind of world do we live in that we feel the need to do this?
I feel bad that you had to bear this rudeness. But know that there are many many of us out here who care about you no matter what your parenting beliefs are. I’m sure it’s tough to hear what others say, but just ignore it and continue being who you are. You are a great mother and an awesome writer. And what a beautiful family you have there!
Dude, from what I have read, you rock as a person and as a mother, JB is an awesome dad and your kids are growing up perfectly. Anyone who thinks differently can lick a frosty light post. (You also are SO much better at crafting insults.) Keep up the good work and don’t let the WOMAN bring you down. :-)
Soothing one’s self to sleep is the ONLY lifelong skill that you can and SHOULD teach an infant. End of story!
I feel compelled to respond to Angela’s entry above, which starts out sort of pleasant (the hook) but quickly devolves into a vicious tirade of “I stopped visiting, linking and liking you because you’re not married without kids anymore and…whaaaaaaaaa, it’s not “Linda’s life blog!”
For the most part, Angela skims entries now and then “just to make sure you’re fine.” Not sure why you would when you sound so pissed off, but “whatever.”
Children aren’t pets mommies write amusing anecdotes about once in a blue moon between hilarious anecdotes about whatever amuses a “one way friend”. What?
Angela writes: “The hypocrisy infuriates me. But that’s why I stopped reading you, Linda. Your Laissez-faire attitude toward parenting styles when you are attacked does not seem to translate to others when they differ from you, no matter how minor the issue, and your blog has gone from fun to alienating those who have chosen different lifestyles.”
You stopped reading but you’re reading. Ok. You’re not happy with what you’re reading. Change the channel, no one’s forcing you.
I am without kids and have never found this blog alienating or judgy of my lifestyle. I come here because the writing is good, thoughtful, witty, considerate. I come here because of the writing and the humanity.
Angela writes: “You blog is no longer a Linda Life blog, it’s a parenting blog with parenting ads and links to other mommy sites, sometimes sprinkled with obsessive fitness discussions, of which I will reserve opinion.”
A person who has kids has kids. A person who exercises, exercises. One cannot divorce one’s actual life from oneself. Duh. Linda’s life has changed and evolved and she writes about what she lives.
Passive aggressive much?
Btw, reserving opinion also precludes implying opinion.
Angela writes: “the content is obviously dictated by the owner, but as a former one-way friend, I feel the need to tell you that I think you need to be able to take what you dish out and really examine what you are saying. ”
The content is dictated by the owner, full stop. Readers are not friends, they are readers. There’s a distinct difference. You claimed you stopped reading and obviously you haven’t. But to delurk to type this shit makes you another sanctimonious twat, really. A one way ticket to paradise for Linda’s eyes, I’m sure.
As we say in Trinidad: “Doh study it”
You’re right to dismiss judgmental people.
Will keep my eye out for an hairstylist who can counteract the forces of nature, though I doubt there really is one who can prevent hair blowing in the wind. Lovely family photo – if only you were a bit more of a loving family :)
L — from your comment:
“…I’d like to plead that we stay civil over there. Otherwise, we’re just perpetuating the very problem that bothers us all.”
Good people make good parents.
You are both.
UGH! That link made me so angry, I had to stop reading the commments or I was going to explode.
As a childless, unmarried woman I LOVE your writing. It’s not alienating to me in the slightest. I find it a fun, real glimpse into motherhood, weightloss, marriage, jobs etc. That’s why I keep coming back, your writing really hits home with me.
What bothers me is that this person couldn’t just stop reading you, she had to make a HUGE DEAL out of the fact that she was going to stop reading your site. Who cares? I’ve stopped reading tons of blogs, I just don’t post about each and every one on my own site because I don’t need people to back up my decision.
Wow it must be nice for all of you to follow Linda’s life so attentively over the internet. To go out of your way to, not only find the other person, but write wretched things on their page, and then repeatedly come back to continue. I think that that may very well be called stalking. I know G in real life, have for the last 8 years. Of all the people I know who have given birth in the last 24 months G is the only one who shouldnt have their child taken away from them. Most of the population is unfit to parent. And ‘investigation’ you couldnt be more wrong about G. She is not insufferable, she is one of the most genuine, bubbley, tell it like it is people out there. And if you dont like how she tells it, dont read HER blog, find some other schmoe you can related your little tiny brain to and read THAT blog.
Delurking to say: I’ve been reading your blog regularly for about 2 years now. You are an amazing writer and a kickass mom! I let my daughter CIO as a baby as needed so she would learn to fall asleep on her own. And guess what? She’s now a happy, well-adjusted 10-year old that I’m not STILL having to rock to sleep every night. And I’m truly grateful for that, as she’s nearly 5 foot tall and that would be rather awkward. To hell with that woman and her craptastic attitude. She’s obviously one of “those” kind of people who believe that there is only one right way to do something … THEIR way. Geez.