#PARENTING

[evilphrog]

A tip from an adult who has to practice this frequently: for me, I’ve discovered that inpulse is fueled by the lingering anxiety over getting in trouble for the same things when I was their age. I feel the overwhelming sense of “oh no, if they don’t knock it off, they’re all gonna be in big trouble,” and then think it woild be safer for them if I warned them first. This doesn’t happen on a fully conscious level. On the surface, I just feel irritated at their antics for an indescribable reason.

I have to consciously step in and remind myself that

A) the irritation is hiding deeper emotions and

B) if I don’t say anything, the odds that another adult will say anything go down. Often times, when one adult tries to enforce a rule, there is a subconscious push for other adults to back them up. If one adult is tolerating a behavior, there is a subconscious push for other adults to also tolerate it.

It’s harder to ignore when it’s my own kids, because people do actively judge you for the things you let your kids get away with. There is a general expectation that you will step in if your kid is bothering others. After all, one of our jobs as parents is to teach them how to interact with society in a positive way. But, again, if the other adults in the area act unbothered, the parents/caretakers feel less social pressure to intervene.

a big part of Killing The Cop In Your Head that even a lot of ostensibly progressive adults absolutely do not want to do is controlling the urge to judge children at every opportunity. like oh are some kids hanging out skateboarding in the No Skateboarding Zone at the park? it becomes your business if one runs over your foot. otherwise shut the fuck up. and not just outwardly, you need to tell the critical voice in your head "actually this harmless moment of someone else's everyday life has nothing to do with me and no one has asked for my opinion"

[haikyu-mp4]

Bedtime stories

Your daughter's bedtime routine with dad Akaashi, for my Parenting event<3

requested by @chibichibicaca. word count; 439 – gn!reader

Being a dad was the most rewarding job Akaashi ever had.

When she grew into a toddler, there was one habit Akaashi easily slipped into: Reading to her before bed. In her room was a wide, decorated bookshelf, adorned with rows upon rows of colourful children’s books he had lovingly collected from yard sales, the local bookstore, his mother’s attic and your old collection.

After brushing her teeth and changing into her nightgown, she would get to look at all her books and pick whichever one she wanted. Typically, the choice came down to one she heard before and wanted to hear again or one with an interesting cover that she hadn’t noticed yet.

Akaashi would smile softly, pulling the book out and urging her into bed, where she’d curl up under her duvet and tuck it up under her chin. Her dad would carefully tuck the duvet under her feet so she wouldn’t be cold and then sit down on the edge of the bed, clearing his throat.

“Today, we’ll read Winnie the Pooh and the Wrong Bees,” he read off the cover, honey-sweet voice trailing down the hallway where you listened while making you and Akaashi’s bed in new sheets.

A small giggle made him look at his daughter while turning a page in the book. “Poo,” she snickered.

Akaashi couldn’t help the airy little laugh and booped her nose. “You muppet.”

“Muppet,” she repeated but listened intently as Akaashi finally began reading. He read slowly, so softly that the little girl couldn’t help but drift off to sleep after a few pages.

The man stood up carefully, once again ensuring she was well tucked in before putting the book back on the shelf. He took a deep breath, his eyes scanning the different books proudly.

You snuck in behind him, carefully trailing your arms to circle his waist and resting your head on his shoulder. “Didn’t take long to knock her out today,” you mumbled.

His hands traced over yours. “No, I’d say she was quite tired. Didn’t they have an outing in kindergarten today?”

You both spoke in low voices, but the snores from your daughter’s slightly stuffed nose assured you she was well asleep. “Yeah, her shoes need a good wash before she brings them back there.” By now, you were both just looking at her, happily observing the little princess.

“I’ll get them tomorrow; I’m in my home office anyway.” Akaashi lifted one arm over your shoulder, making you cling to his side and trail light kisses below his ear.

“I love you, Keiji.”

“I love you too. Both of you, so much.”

masterlist

for the requester: thank you for requesting<33

[pygmi-cygni]

Baby, meet Baby

I do not like pregnancy fics at all but I love little children and I'm lowkey a little buzzed right now and I thought this was cute.

Nathan has a panic attack when he sees the baby. You laugh and say 'not mine, just taking care of her for the weekend' yet he will not get within ten feet of her.

You hold her in a bjorn and rock her gently in the kitchen. He'll watch from the doorway, but stalk off when you catch him.

Sometimes he asks, feigning disinterest, if it's annoying to hold her all the time. 'No,' you shrug, rubbing her back, 'kind of like a big squishy brick.' He wrinkles his nose and rolls his eyes.

Cannot comprehend loving a baby. 'Smelly, gross, makes a fuckin' mess, what is there to like?'

'She trusts you completely. kind of like your bots,' you slide in, after wiping the mess of peas off the floor.

after a few days, he gets curious. he'll stand near her bassinet while she sleeps and just watch, peering at the ways she wiggles or squeezes her hands.

'Wanna hold her?' you offer when she's feeling a bit drowsy. 'She won't scream.'

He balks, but you pull him over to the sofa and arrange his arms correctly, then lay the baby gently on his lap. Nathan....just kinda shorts out.

His face freezes in that odd expression of terror, until the baby starts to fuss. Then he goes into work mode, adjusting and shifting to figure out how to fix her small cries. You don't help him when he shoots you a desperate glance. If anything, you walk up to get some dishes done.

Nathan sits on the couch, petrified. 'Hey,' he hisses. 'get your ass-' a wary glance at the baby, and he lowers his voice. 'Get your ass back over here!'

When you don't listen, he just resigns to his fate and sits back, trying to breathe as gently as possible.

The baby, ironically, adores him. falls asleep very easily, sprawled across him haphazardly. Nathan likes the weight and the warmth of her tiny body, and adjusts pretty well.

He prefers the baby carrier. That way he can get work done and coo over her in private.

Shocked to find that smelling the top of a baby's head is indeed very soothing. Baby loves the feel of his beard and often falls asleep with her hand fisted in the rough curls.

Once, he hurriedly handed her over and stepped back. "I don't wanna hold her anymore," he said firmly. You frowned, checking her onesie. "Did she pee?"

No, he just got an overwhelming need to squish her face really hard and was genuinely terrified of hurting her.

Cuteness aggression, you laughed, happens all the time. He shudders and takes a few minutes away.

Gets over it pretty quick though and soon hogs all the holding time. hates everything else though.

genuinely kind of bummed when the baby has to go back to your sister.

domesticity is choking me.

@krakenkitty @ominoose @bulletgoth @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @justsomeonecalledemma

@iolaussharpe-24 @rosegnome @twwcs @heeheehoohoofictimr @steven-grants-world

@ael-xander @to-be-a-sunshine @weasleyswizarding-wheezes @silvernight-m @lonelyisamyw-0love @unear7hly

@chaithetics

[tastefullyoffensive]

Mom Asks Gen Z Daycare Teacher For Baby Photos For And The Internet Loves The “Unhinged” Results

[jenthebug]

Plans for Jay:

* Legal name change. The dox gotta match. He’s been dragging his feet because he thinks of Jay as a “placeholder name,” but he absolutely must have a matching and MALE birth certificate, drivers license, social security card, and passport.

* Top surgery and hysterectomy ASAP. He can’t have a uterus, that’s a liability; and I want him to look as male as possible.

* Backup plan. He wants to teach English in Japan. If that works, I hope he can stay there until this presidency is over. He may change his mind once he realizes how hard it is to get testosterone there, though. So. It’s possible for US college credits to transfer to Canadian universities; if worse comes to worse, he can continue his studies in Canada.

I hate that I’m thinking seriously about sending my son to another country. He’d make an awesome Canadian, he loves cold weather and he’s so polite, but friends, that’s MY KID! He’s cool! I’ll miss hanging out with him!

Maybe it won’t be so bad and he can stay in Colorado. But I can’t count on that. I can’t have him get misgendered by anyone in an official capacity. And that paperwork definitely has to match.

[kiragecko]

Currently, my kids are the mental health equivalent to immune-compromised. I can't afford to be a carrier, and am already at-risk.

So I'm going to be masking, you guys. I'm filtering 'politics', 'us politics', 'trump', and 'election'. I'll be temporarily unfollowing people who are posting a lot about the election (or its emotional fallout) without tags. I'll probably be online less.

Americans, I bless you to use this site to talk about your pain, or whatever you need to do. You guys are dealing with a lot, and it sucks!

My kids are my priority, right now. At any time I might need to thread the line between acknowledging that Nq's little brother threatening to throw himself into traffic IS a big deal, and we ARE taking it seriously, but it also seems to be more of an expression of pain, rather than a thought through plan, so we can focus on supporting his emotional needs, rather than locking up the knives, and you don't need to panic about your little brother dying in the next 20 minutes. Okay, Ng?

Getting the right emotional balance for that is HARD. So I have to be careful to keep myself stable.

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

[animentality]

[thehmn]

A lot of people around me are having kids and every day it becomes more apparent that hitting your children to punish them is insane because literally everything can be a horrible punishment in their eyes if you frame it as such.

Like, one family makes their toddler sit on the stairs for three minutes when he hits his brother or whatever. The stairs are well lit and he can see his family the whole time, he’s just not allowed to get up and leave the stairs or the timer starts over. He fucking hates it just because it’s framed as a punishment.

Another family use a baseball cap. It’s just a plain blue cap with nothing on it. When their toddler needs discipline he gets a timeout on a chair and has to put the cap on. When they’re out and about he just has to wear the cap but it gets the same reaction. Nobody around them can tell he’s being punished because it’s in no way an embarrassing cap, but HE knows and just the threat of having to wear it is enough.

And there isn’t the same contempt afterwards I’ve seen with kids whose parents hit them. One time the kid swung a stick at my dog, his mother immediately made him sit on the stairs, he screamed but stayed put, then he came over to my dog and gently said “Sorry Ellie” and went back to playing like nothing happened, but this time without swinging sticks at the nearby animals.

[anexperimentallife]

I love this.

[cpericardium]

seems reasonable

[happyherringbonkpickle]

[wordswithloveee]

[typhlonectes]

[drmajalis]

Too good to stay on twitter