<p>Edict from fencersmother: no more solid food. Ever.</p>
<p>fencersmother, </p>
<p>When I was little we had a labrador retriever who ate the entire dashboard of our station wagon while he was cooped up inside it. I’m pretty sure I told this story several hundred pages ago, but can’t be certain…</p>
<p>I’m pretty sure that eating a dashboard breaks the no solid food edict.</p>
<p>The Great Dane story reminds me a a golden retriever in our neighborhood – he carries his own poop bag when he’s out for a walk!</p>
<p>Our dog just expects her “due” when any of us return to the house – even if we just walk down the driveway to get the newspaper. Fetch? HA!</p>
<p>Fencersmother…this too shall pass (one way or another…). Much sympathy headed your way!</p>
<p>Here’s a ginger ale from me, fencersmother! BTW, at first I thought they were all puking because you’d been reading them the posts from this thread–kitties in the dryer, etc!!! And, I’m thinking about the strangled hamster…if it had been my dad that got the stitches from the thing, I’m thinking that he strangled the little beast with his bare hands and staged the whole exercise wheel thing!</p>
<p>CountingDown…I tried to PM you—your message box is full…we’re doing a shop-till-you-drop day at Tyson’s Corners on Thursday!!!</p>
<p>It’s after noon, so I guess it’s OK to come in and have a virtual drink! What’s up?</p>
<p>I think we are all hiding away from fencerfamily’s germs…</p>
<p>But wait! My father’s cure for illness is scotch, honey, lemon…There you go!</p>
<p>Alumother, my folks gave me hot toddies as a kid when I was sick…they just never mentioned there was booze in them! Took me a long time to realize that hot tea didn’t always taste like that… ;)</p>
<p>W used to give our daughter Benadryl to “calm” her when we had a long drive over the holidays. D got a cold, W pulled out the Benadryl and D said “Are we going on a trip?” Changed W’s behavior going forward…</p>
<p>OK, Benadryl and soda anyone?</p>
<p>Doncha love the way our parents used to drug us? And to this day, my sister with young children, when you ask her how they sleep, will say, “On Motrin nights or non-Motrin nights?” She says it’s for teething…</p>
<p>Your sister is taking Motrin for teething? ;)</p>
<p>Well, I say it doesn’t matter who sleeps through the night, as long as somebody does!</p>
<p>And we’ve had this “sun over the yardarm” conversation before. I was assured time of day didn’t matter in the Alley. When you need a drink, you need a drink!</p>
<p>M&S Dad – I got nailed too. I used to drive my D around to get her to fall asleep, then move her into the crib for her nap. She must have been two-and-a-half when one day, while I was putting on her jacket, she asked “Where are we going?” “We have to run some errands,” I said. “I don’t want to take a nap!” she replied. Busted. I think that was the end of the naps. To this day, she falls asleep almost instantaneously on long trips. Worries me sick about her first long drive solo behind the wheel.</p>
<p>Hey all, Bullet here. </p>
<p>I wanted to join this thread for a long time, but I just couldn’t relate to Fencersmom and how many animals she has personnally endangered over the years.</p>
<p>But you got back to drinking scotch as a home remedy for feeling sick (now your talking my kind of thread again!), and I fondly remember how every time my father got sick, he got out a bottle of Cutty Sark (ughh, what a terrible scotch!), went to bed and drank half the bottle. Never complained the next day about the flu, but I gues he was too hung over to care about a stuffy nose! </p>
<p>I tried this family recipe for cold remedies once, but my preferred drink for “medicinal purposes” was Jack Daniels! Still woke up with the headache, but it made having th flu oh so much more fun the night before!</p>
<p>I have a funny nap story.</p>
<p>My S (TJFS) was about two and a half. I was trying to get him down for a nap but he had “missed his window” and was at this point over stimulated, cranky, furious, and resisting. He was standing in his crib screaming and crying with exhaustion and rage about how he wasn’t tired: </p>
<p>“I don’t wanna take a nap!!”</p>
<p>“Well you need a nap, and you’re going to take one.”</p>
<p>“I don’t need a nap!!”</p>
<p>“Well you know what, I think you do need a nap, and I’m the Mommy and it’s my job to take care of you. Someday when you’re a daddy, if you don’t want your children to take naps, then that will be up to you.”</p>
<p>With pure scorn he replied:</p>
<p>“I don’t even LIKE children!!!”</p>
<p>hahaha…oh, I remember those “past the window” kids…the constant movement of all appendages, the glassy eyes, the sweat at the nape of the neck and the red cheeks…I"M NOT SLEEPY!</p>
<p>Good morning everyone!</p>
<p>Sitting in a virtual icebox here in the Midwest (as well as other places, I know.) Time for a nice pot of tea.</p>
<p>Mommusic,</p>
<p>I have recently discovered the Tazo Organic Chai tea. I love the mix of spices in it. Yum. </p>
<p>Recommended.</p>
<p>Fencersfamily is back up and running (not to the potty). </p>
<p>We discovered during the Great Sickness that Spot likes lukewarm tea, slurped out of that mug that clutters the nightstand in the sickrooms. Spot is now banished to the first floor and walking around all guilty like. She chewed up her fake hotdog (all except the squeaky, which she carries around with her) while the kids were sick. I think she was bored.</p>
<p>SBMom, I think when your oldest son applies to those institutions that cannot be named in the Alley, next year if I am correct, when he balks or procrastinates or otherwise fails to appreciate your infinite wisdom, just look at him and say,</p>
<p>“I don’t even LIKE children.”</p>
<p>SB, That was a quadruple LOL for me. The corners of my mouth are still upturned.</p>
<p>We have had a lot of fun family bonding today. Down South of the Border, DS lives in and loves our little casita. But I guess it has a teeny weeny eensy beensy itsty bitsy flaw of inadequate ventilation. Take it from me, this does not work well with a 21-year-old male of the species who takes 45 minute hot showers - maybe more than once a day, drops the towels on the floor, files his clothes on the floor and so on and so forth. And is, shall we say, oblivious. He’s been there for 5 weeks. He called me over today to see the little black spots he was noticing on the wall. </p>
<p>Gadzooks. Those little black spots were the tip of the mildew iceberg. This morning DH, DS and I bonded over strong bleach solution in buckets, swabbing all walls, backs of furniture and so on. All windows and doors are now flung open.</p>
<p>Oh well. He learned it on our watch; so maybe he’s saved from losing a security deposit in some godforsaken first-apartment-out-of-college. Maybe he’ll open a window on occasion and dial down the shower experience.</p>
<p>I’ll have a cocktail made with Clorox.</p>