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I think parents know their kid could die anyway even though school policy says "no peanuts" but I would think a kid would have a greater chance of living longer if he wasn't exposed to peanut butter sandwiches 5 days a week. I think you said later that why bother if it is not going to make a difference, but I would guess the no-peanuts policy has helped a lot of kids. I think when the allergies are life-threatening, the parents do try to micromanage as long as they can and I think I would too. With 2 goals: one, that my child will outgrow the severity of it in a few years (that is apparently the case for many). Two, if they don't, then prolonging their lives as long as I can. Micromanaging would suck and parents would hate me, but I would do everything I could to see that peanuts are far away from her and keep her alive as long as possible. Yes, she may die at 25 from kissing a guy who had peanuts, but I just couldn't throw in the towel knowing this could happen. When the allergy is that bad, there doesn't seem to be a "middle ground" between (1) putting the kid in a roomful of peanuts so he'll either get used to them or just die already; and (2) micromanaging to keep peanuts totally away.

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Home-school.

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You're not kiddin. If I knew the allergy was that unforgiving, I'd be home-schooling for sure. Would be difficult in my case since I'm single. I guess I'd find a hubby with a salary in a rush. Or beg for hand-outs.

(Or maybe the peanut butter-lovers could start a fund for us).

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Oh. Nanny/governess/tutor.

Seriously, if it's really that serious, it seems like you gotta go bubble-boy.

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No, I'm lucky - Vietbabe has no allergies I know of (yay, I luv PB&J sammiches). I posted asking about a family who put their kiddo in a private kiddie school after the school said it had a no-peanuts policy. The kid got serious asthema and other stuff and then they found out there was a "peanut butter eating" table inches from the kid and in this daycare like room, it's pretty much guaranteed their child was slathered in it too - they share all the toys, wash hands together, table hop and smack each other upside the head during lunch (the usual).

Though having a "Governess" would sound very cool. Too bad I don't speak the King's English (hi Hank!) and have no rose garden.

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Get a governess anyway.

One of my nephews has a peanut allergy. We have to take the epipen everywhere. Or whatever that thing is called. Well, they do, and about 3 days a year, I'm there too.

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Schools saying no peanuts because it could bother some kids is kind of like Ty saying no mohammed cartoons because it might bother some Muslims. Like stop people from doing stuff that they should be able to do because of the potential reaction on other people. I guess the difference is epipen can cure one of them...... but really it's the same. neutron bombs could cure the other.

Stork
 

Anybody heard from SEC Chick?

Storkwatch 2006
 

Not since the 16th.

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:hmmf: :blush:

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Don't worry. The baby is determined to not let me out of doing all of the annual report stuff, despite my prayers to the contrary. Today was my original due date, which was pushed back a week early on due to ultrasound results. I have been pregnant forever and will likely remain so for at least a week. The Chicklet seems quite content where she is.

Luckily, I took TL's advice and stayed off my feet all President's day weekend and my cankles subsided. While I still can't wear my normal shoes, my legs have lost their freak show appearance. At least for now.

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too much salty peanuts can cause swelling too. drink a lot of water.

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No wonder you got the blank stare. Your 21 month old son is in the same height and weight ballpark as my daughter -- who is almost 3.5l, and registers in the mid-80s to mid-90s in the percentiles. I'm sure the %s differ by gender, but that is BIG.

You say he's also athletic/coordinated? Get him one of every sporting good you can find until something sticks. Could be money in it for you down the road.

S_A_M

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That's what hubby is betting on for both of our big little'uns.

I'm sure I've mentioned this before, but I have a fear that they will get to kindy and everyone will think they are retarded 7yos.

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Not sure what "kindy" is, but to combat the other problem, PDF their birth certificates, go to cafepress.com and get the T-shirts made, and then the other kids can stare at the official state seal on the certificate as your kid flies past them for the tomahawk jam.

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Kindergarten. And good idea, but I don't want them finding out the names of their real daddies.

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That chick who died of a peanut butter kiss didn't. It turns out there was some other cause, but it's not being released. I'm too lazy to find the link for you, so you'll have to take my word for it.

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Better off putting the college fund down to Atlantic City and putting it on 17 black.

Pushing kids like this is a guarantee they will quit all sporting activities at 9.

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College fund???

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You know how your husband has that beer stein from college and every night he empties his change into it?

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I am now in that awkward position where I am having stonger contractions, and they are more frequent and regular and are growing increasingly uncomfortable, BUT I still have no idea if I am going into labor, because they aren't frequent, regular, long, or uncomfortable enough. UGH.

Oh well, if I'm not in labor, induction has been scheduled for Wednesday, assuming I don't get bumped by the hospital.

Is it normal that the impending arrival of the Chicklet is kind of freaking me out?

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Um, that's the grocery money. He works for the government and I'm unemployed, remember?

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I would worry if it didn't.

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The Chicklet arrived before the scheduled induction via forceps and a 4th degree episiotomy (she was facing the wrong way, which wasn't discovered until after 2 hours of pushing). I know this discussion is old hat, but thank goodness for epidurals. And percocet.

As soon as I can get around to it, I'll change my avatar.

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Welcome to the world, chicklet!

And SEC Chick, congratulations, rest up, and don't forget what I told you about the Percocet. (Prune juice.)

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Congratulations and I'm sorry! Looking foward to new avatar.

tm

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Congrats!!! Stats?!? Rest up and remember that greeting people in your jammies drills in to them that a) you are recuperating, so don't even think about commenting on the clutter and therefore b) thanks for the gift/card/flowers, but please get out.

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Congratulations. Are you gonna keep it?

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She's definitely a keeper. As for the stats, she was 7 lbs, 13 oz, and 19.75 inches.

And, as promised, here's the new avatar.

ETA: Perhaps I should rethink some of the info that goes below the avatar, as it doesn't really seem appropriate now...

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Seems perfect, actually (the T-Rex part, anyway).

What a beautiful little kid. Congratulations.

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Cute!!! And I think it's perfectly fitting....especially for when she gets teeth. Ouch.

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Darling. She is hereby on Thor's Approved to Date list. :)

tm

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She's gorgeous. But what good are the stats without the head circumference? Everybody always wants to know that one!

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Oh, I wouldn't rush to judgment on that just yet. You'll find out soon enough whether or not she's usually found in a pool of her own vomit.

A short epistle on clean, unadulterated hate.
 

If I have to attend one more birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese, I may lose it.

The combination of mediocre food, crowded conditions, 200-odd screaming kids, blaring music, depressing TV programming, dispirited employees, asinine videogames played for cheap "prizes", all offered as part of an elaborate homage to an oversized rat, inspires the same soul-crushing sadness as children's beauty pageants and the presence of near-beer at a baseball stadium. Its closed system, casino-style form of entertainment precludes even a basic update on NCAA tournament games, damn them.

If subjected to its pain once more, I may well follow through on my plan (hatched earlier today) to take Mr. Cheese hostage during his floor show, hold the employees at bay with a wielded pitcher of super-saturated lemonade and as punishment force them to eat the food they've prepared. Then I shall set fire to the several broken arcade games, watch the franchise burn to the ground, and make my escape in the resulting confusion.

Caught and captured for criminality? Hardly. I suspect that my fellow inmates will be encouraged by my show of defiance, and perhaps even assist in our efforts to escape.

Carry on.

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look around you next time. See the dull-witted overweight parents eating bad pizza- but with a big ass pitcher of beer? see how their kids are running around, and someone else's problem while they swill the beer? You can't fight that. Your kid will be invited back- again and again- unless you get proactive and kep your kids away from parents that seem the type.

A short epistle on clean, unadulterated hate.
 

That's why I have er younguns birthday party here now:http://www.hooters.com/images/menu_frontpage_spot.jpg

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I was in a hotel elevator a while back, and there were some out-of-towners (teenagers) from the UK in the elevator with me. One of them happened to pick up a brochure from the lobby that advertised Hooters. They were fascinated by the concept and were reveling in the lowbrow cheesiness of it all. When I told them that it was only a short subway ride away - they looked a little embarrassed. Grateful, but embarrassed.

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I tended bar at a Hooters in Atlanta for a while. I made serious bank.

speaking of hooters . . .
 

Seen at the gym. A very tight body with, let me say, a new storage spot for the ipod !