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My Son Pwns Me on Skepticality – Will Now Be Shipped to Swoopy

This past Sunday, my son Hollis and I, and eventually the youngest Max, joined Derek and Swoopy on Skepticality to talk about Santa. Hilarity ensues.

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Skeptical Parenting: Raising Young Critical Thinkers

My article on Skeptical Parenting that was published in Skeptical Inquirer is finally available online. I know it has been hard for you to sleep at night while waiting for this day.

Skeptical Parenting: Raising Young Critical Thinkers

There comes a moment in every parent’s life when your child asks you
the question you most feared hearing from your dear one’s lips.

“Mom?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Where did people come from?”

“You mean babies? Well, um, first the man takes his penis and . . .”

“No, no, I mean the very first people. Where did the first people on Earth come from?”

I was dumbfounded. What could I say? I knew this moment was coming
and yet was completely unprepared. I would be more than happy to
discuss sex with him, but evolution? How could I explain evolution to
my three-year-old when I myself was fuzzy on the process? I was, after
all, the product of the South Carolina public education system.

And that is when I said the worst possible thing any parent can say
to a child asking about this controversial subject. No, I did not tell
him that we came from God or that we were planted here millennia ago as
an extraterrestrial experiment. I told him something much, much worse.

Go to the Committee for Skeptical Inquiry to finish the article!

My son looks like he has Vulcan hair.


My son looks like he has Vulcan hair.

Concern Troll Dolls Are THE Hot Christmas Toy!

SO I was called a concern troll and a spammer for posting my opinions about the sexism/anti-vaxxer/skeptic brouhaha on Respectful Insolence yesterday. I had to look up what those meant, as I have not studied the rule book on internet posting as deeply as many others have. Why do I get the idea that much of the internet is composed of old D&D people who love their rule books?

Anyway, I was called a spammer because I posted on more than one site at once about the same thing. I am apparently the world’s laziest spammer. Today two sites, tomorrow THREE! Before you know it, the all of Al Gore’s creation will be MINE!!!A concern troll is someone who derails an argument with concern for the other side. Actually, I was trying to put the pro-vaccination movement BACK on track to what it needs to be about, science and vaccines. So here is my last comment, because I seem to be a masochist and had to get back in it. Which is kind of weird, because submissive yes, masochistic no and those . . . Never mind, we are not talking about sex, we are talking about vaccines!

Orac, you are right. It did look like I said you specifically called her
a slut. I apologize. My wording did indeed paint ALL skeptics with the
same brush stroke. It was not what I meant to say, but what my wording
said.

Chris, I did read the blog entry, and all the comments. And you and I
agree that we need to focus on attacking the issues and not the people.
We also agree that skeptics are not immune from criticism.

The reason I posted on this site, as well as Skepchick (you said there
were more, I have honestly forgotten if there were) was that the issue
of sexism and disgusting personal attacks was raised. That is the issue
I commented on. They are not ok from either side.

When people who are neither skeptics nor anti-vaxx search for
information on whether or not to vaccinate their children, they want
facts and advice written in a way that neither offends them nor makes
them feel stupid. I am a pro-vaccination mother of two who in the
trenches EVERY DAY with mothers making decisions about whether or not
to vaccinate. I post about it on my FB page, talk about it with female
co-workers, and educate about it with breastfeeding and mother’s
advocacy groups.

I am confused as to why I would be labeled a spammer or concern troll,
when my concern is and always has been, on how to increase the number
of children vaccinated. That’s it, bottom line.

And when ANYONE, anti-vaxxer or skeptic, uses sexist and misogynistic
attacks on a woman for her opinions, other women will get turned off.
And in THIS country, who is still responsible for the majority of
decisions made about children and their health care? Women.

My mistake is clearly that I have chosen the wrong forum to discuss
this on, and not followed the rules you have set up on your forum. That
is tacky and rude on my part.

But please, do not discount my sincerity at wanting to increase the
number of women who hear the pro-vaccination message and choose to
protect their children and mine.

A Spanking Ban In The U.S.? : NPR

Sweden became the first country to ban corporal punishment of children thirty years ago. Now, more than 24 countries have similar bans on corporal punishment in the home, and more than than 100 countries ban schoolteachers and administrators from hitting their students. Eva Svedling, a sociologist with the organization Save the Children Sweden, tells host Michel Martin how the ban has affected the lives of children and parents in the country. Then, Martin turns to the program's regular panel of moms — Jolene Ivey, Dannette Tucker and Aracely Panameno — for more on their decision to spank, or not spank, their children, and if an anti-hitting ban like Sweden's could ever be passed in the U.S.

via www.npr.org

Very interesting NPR story on corporal punishment. The spankers seem to have a hard time understanding that the representative from Sweden is not saying that you should not discipline your children. She is stating that you have to draw a line between violence and non-violence with children. She then makes the point that the child is an individual also deserving of human rights, and we would not allow this behavior towards other individuals.

Is America Ready For A "Spanking Ban?" – Spanking – Jezebel

One New Year's, my family went to stay at one of those Catskills resorts, now closed, that catered to Jews of a certain era. Think Dirty Dancing with less Swayze, more sour cream. And one day someone smacked a child:

via jezebel.com

Once again, the spanking issue :) I for one, would love to see a spanking ban in the United States, much as we have a ban on hitting adults.

You Down with ODD*? Yeah, You Know Me!

*oppositional defiant disorder

I just received a lovely email from Kennedy Goodkey, who enjoyed Kylie Sturgess's interview with me on the Skeptic Zone Podcast. The interview was about the different types of activism within the skeptical movement. Kennedy has a blog called "Confessions of An Asshole Skeptic" and has placed me on the Asshole Skeptic Honour Roll. I feel as if I have been training for that placement my whole life :)

The Skeptic movement has so many wonderful, nice, highly intelligent and ever polite people in it (Richard Saunders, DJ Grothe, Daniel Loxton, Derek and Swoopy, Dr. Rachie, Evan Bernstein, The Iwan's, Jeff Wagg, Ginger Campbell, and plenty more that I as an asshole have forgotten). These are the people who need to act as spokespersons for skepticism.

There are also the skeptics that are generally nice and professional, but do not suffer fools lightly (James Randi, Phil Plait, Steve Novella, Kylie Sturgess, Tim Farley, Maria Walters, Ben Radford, Joe Nickell (swoon), Shermer, Dunning, and again, probably a few others). Watching Joe Nickell switch from his uber professional demeanor to his equally professional but clearly righteous tone when calling out the ghost hunters at Dragon Con this year was a highly "stimulating" experience for me. Ben Radford did the same thing last year when he told a priest that "unlike the Bible, at least science updates its books when it learns it is wrong."  These are the folk who need to represent us whenever there is any type of public debate with believers, anti-vaxxers, and woo mongers.

Finally, you have your assholes. I am hesitant to place anyone in this category other than myself and the self-described Asshole Skeptic, but I may be willing to make an exception for certain tall magicians, only because he has called himself an asshole as well. The assholes are the ones you need to engage the opposite side's assholes.

In terms of skeptical outreach, I like to imagine that Daniel Loxton, Dr. Rachie, and Richard Saunders will get us in the door, Randi, Nickell, Radford and Novella will lay down the law, and assholes such as myself can be hidden from view until we need to rally the troops with inflammatory remarks or get into ridiculous yet funny screaming matches (real OR online) with the asshole believers.

So why are assholes such assholes?

My son had some difficulty with authority at school last year
(genetics much?) and the school psychologist wanted to label him with
oppositional defiant disorder. Upon hearing this, I went to EVERY therapist/psychologist/psychiatrist friend I had, described his
symptoms, got their opinion, and systematically used the DSM IV (diagnostic guidelines for mental
illness) to completely demolish the school psychologist's report and diagnosis, not to mention her competence. Bottom line, he had adjustment disorder and anxiety, not oppositional defiant disorder. This was later confirmed by a several practitioners at the doctoral level who spent more than two hours on his case.


After the meeting where I presented MY findings to the school psychologist, my son's Nazi
teacher, and the principal, my husband looked over at me and said
"Sweetie, you were right. Hollis does NOT have oppositional defiant
disorder."

I beamed. He was proud of me!! Even after 10 years of marriage, there is no other person in the world whose approval means more to me :)

Then he said "YOU however, sure as hell have it. In fact,your entire family has it."

He was not wrong. But I was still right.

How Children With High IQ's Torture Their Mother's

Day One

"Mom?"

"What"

"What if Max and I didn't exist? Would that make you sad?"

"Yes, Hollis very sad."

"Oh"

Day Two

"Mom?"

"Yes, Hollis"

"Maybe Max and I don't exist"

"Hollis, I was there at the delivery. I am certain you exist."

"But what if you are dreaming, and Max and I are not real?"

Day Three

In a taunting tone . . . "You are dreaming, Max and I aren't real, you are dreaming, Max and I aren't real"

Lead chips are not that bad of thing for young children to eat. I wonder if it is too late.

Spanking, But Not the Good Kind

On a Skepchick, a skeptical blog that I frequent, there was a question posed about spanking children. Was it ok to do so? What does it teach children? Is it an effective tool in the arsenal of parenting?

And here is was response:

I believe that it is never acceptable to hit a child. My job as a parent is to raise my child to be an independent person and thinker. That said, it is not ok for one person to hit another when they disagree.

I was spanked occasionally as a child, and yelled at as well. I understand the urge to do so to my own children, but triumphing over my instincts is one of the things that got me into skepticism in the first place.

Even for skeptical parents, intuition is NOT a basis for making decisions.  Rational thought, and critical thinking are. Children are people, albeit much smaller. It is not ok to hurt other people unless it is in self-defense, bottom line.

When your child goes into the "real" world, they will not be allowed to hit the people they disagree with,  nor will they have someone there to "whack" them when they make a mistake. The purpose of parenting is to raise children who can make decisions in a critical manner with rational thought.

Violence as a behavior modification system is neither rational nor ethical. I truly believe that people spank because it makes you feel good to hit something that pisses you off, bottom line.

Now before many of my friends anf family who spank jump on my ass, I do not think that people who spank are wrong, evil, or abusing their children. But I do think its wrong, and I think that it does not work.

My children are no better or worse behaved than children who are spanked. In fact, here is what the research say about spanking:

From the AMERICAN ACADEMY OF PEDIATRICS, Committee on Psychosocial Aspects of Child and Family Health, Guidance for Effective Discipline (stolen from Skepchick's Elyse):

Despite its common acceptance, and even advocacy
for its use, spanking is a less effective strategy
than time-out or removal of privileges for reducing
undesired behavior in children. Although spanking
may immediately reduce or stop an undesired behavior,
its effectiveness decreases with subsequent
use. The only way to maintain the initial effect of
spanking is to systematically increase the intensity
with which it is delivered, which can quickly escalate
into abuse. Thus, at best, spanking is only effective
when used in selective infrequent situations.

 

Now consensual, sexual spanking between two or more adults? Bring it on!

To Thine Own Hotness Be True

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As most of you probably already know, Mattel has revamped Dora the Explorer. And the result, above, is basically Dora the Bratz Doll.
As I have said before, it is never to early for a girl to learn what will really make her popular in this world. And we all know that a girl has to be pretty to be popular.

Even sites marketed to smart women always bring up that you can be smart AND pretty. Really, I can? Thank you! Now how about you let me not justify my existence by being f*ckable at all costs!

Not that this brings up any issues in me or anything.

G-I-F-T-E-D, Don't You Wish You Were Like Me? I'm Gifted, Hey, Hey, I'm Gifted!

Twice
exceptional children and adults often believe that the true level of
their abilities is revealed on their bad days, and that they are faking
it on their good days.
Linda Kreger Silverman, Ph.D.

My son Hollis' Montessori teachers, who started out so full of energy and understanding, have become reasonably tired of his antics. I certainly see where they are coming from, I had just hoped throwing obscene amounts of money at the problem would solve it.

In the fashion of the true narcissist, Hollis' problems this year have led me to remembrances of my own childhood, and struggles with being sensitive, different, and very, very lonely. When my son hugs the dog beyond the point of affection, and to the point of desperation, I remember clearly doing the same thing. In fact, as a child, I made my cocker spaniel ride in my bike basket. That could not have been good for the dog.

As I renew my struggle to find an appropriate fit for Hollis in school, it calls into question what I truly want for my child. I so often find myself thinking "Goddammit, why does everything have to be so complicated" and at the same time experience the same immobilization when too many choices are presented to me. When choice after choice is available to me (like THE WHOLE DAMN MONTESSORI CURRICULUM  – WTF WAS I THINKING), I will invariably choose the easiest choice that allows me to get back to daydreaming and goofing off. Self-discipline is not my best quality. So why do I expect more from my six year-old than I do myself?

So my choices for next year are EP Todd Elementary, Houston Elementary, Jesse Boyd Elementary, the new Spartanburg Charter School, and the Spartanburg Day School (that choice comes with its own new 2nd shift job of whoring at construction sites to pay the tuition!). Any public school will most likely want to involve him with their special education program (emotionally disabled is how they put it), but when pressed, they admit they are not used to special ed children with such a high IQ.

I renew my plea for someone to begin the Jedi Training Academy. This kid's metachlorides are off the frakkin scale, and I am not sure he will indeed bring balance to the force. I think we all know what a less than ideal training situation can lead to, especially if, as Yoda says, there is "much fear in the boy."

It's Always the Quiet Ones

So as many of the four readers of my blog know, my older son has been, how shall we say, "inspired" with his choice of behavior this year. But many of you wonder, hey, what's up with the little one?

Max is turning three in one month. He is cute, friendly, and completely normal. Or so I thought.

Tonight I was reading a book to him while he was on the potty. At the end of the book (Do Pirates Take Baths? if you must know!) the pirates are dreaming of their mothers'. So I ask Max very sweetly if he dreams of me. He says no. So I then as if he dreams of pirates. He says no. So I ask what he dreams about?

Max is obsessed with Velma from Scooby Doo. He makes me call him Velma, and he calls me Freddy when I drive our minivan. Every time we pass First Baptist of Spartanburg, Max looks for the "Mystery Machine", which is really the Hangar Z Christian Scion car.

So, my sweet, sweet little boy tells me that he dreams of Velma. I smile. Then he tells me that he dreams of "fighting her down!" I still smile. He then tells me he kills Velma and throws money on her.

What the fuck?

So apparently my soon to be three year-old dreams of being a killer pimp????

I Know Where the Monkey Babies Are!!!!

Sometimes I spend way to much time on Youtube, and it makes me cry.

PZ Myers, my "high priest of science" started this off today by posting a video of a horribly stupid young girl who was "challenging" evolution and therefore atheists. Truth be told, my 4 year-old son came up with more challenging questions about evolution, and rationally came to the conclusion that the scientific evidence made sense. While he is VERY smart, almost freakishly so, it is sad that a 4 year-old gets it and she does not.

So after watching the video, I continued to go down the rabbit hole of creationist videos. After the above mentioned lovely idiot, I came across this man, who scares the beJesus out of me! He starts off by saying that since the big bang was basically a rock that exploded in space and created all the planets, WHY ARE THEY ROUND? Seriously, I went to a liberal arts college, have a degree in Business, only passed astronomy because I was banging the TA and I still understand the complete stupidity of that statement. It shows that there are indeed stupid questions.

He then says that evolution must mean that hammerhead sharks evolved that way because of their annoyance at local fish, that scientists do not understand tornados and twisters, and that first generation atheists make him the most sick because that means that "you are saying your mother is a stupid retard and your grandfather is an asshole." Hey, my grandfather is an asshole, but that does not disprove evolution.

This man should be blacklisted from any public events where atheist are present, because he is about to pop, and I bet he is packing heat.

Finally, I get to Sister Sunshine, the video I posted above. Her main concern is that if we descended from "monkeys, apes, simians, or whatever you want to call them" then why don't humans occasionally produce full monkey babies from their recessive genes. She also wants us to know that she has taken MANY biology and anatomy courses, so that she knows about science. Who wants to guess that she took these classes at the Discovery InstituteBob Jones University, or Jerry Falwell's Liberty University?

Although I think that my son Max might sway her that occasionally monkey babies do come,   

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this dude does it so much better than me!

Now I just need to getPat Condell on their case! He can truly open up the can of atheistic whoop ass, and do it in such a classy voice you will thank him when he is done.

I Hate Being a Mommy . . .

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but I enjoy raising my children.

As I read other women's Facebook posts on the "25 Random Things"
about them, I feel somewhat defensive and isolated. Most of the women I know
with children mentioned them extensively in their posts, going on about how
life-changing motherhood was to them, or how much they love their children. In
fact, several women I know WITHOUT children felt the need to note that they
felt their lists were boring or incomplete because of their childlessness.

I went back to my list, and was floored. I did not mention my children once.
I wrote that I enjoyed pregnancy and breastfeeding, but hate all of the other
traditional female roles. However, I did not mention my children, or the joy
that they bring into my lives, once.

What the hell does this mean? Although I am smart enough to acknowledge a
certain level of narcissism in myself, am I truly SO self-absorbed that I
neglect to mention my children? Have they not changed my life? Isn't being a
mother the hardest, and most important job in the world?

Uh, no. Its not. If our society really thought that, we would give stay-at-home parents social security for their years at home.Being a mother is a descriptor, not a job. It means that you reproduced. If you have looked around lately, you'll see that it is so easy to do, even teen pop stars can do ot. However, it does not guarantee any certain behavior or expertise.

Having children has changed my life because LIFE CHANGES! It changes for me, and it changes for the childless. I am not a better or less-selfish
person because I gave am a parent. I am a better person because I am trying to learn from mistakes. Getting pregnant, nursing, and raising
children did not make me more patient, more loving, or more kind. I did not
stop cursing like a sailor (although I do not curse in front of them), getting
angry at the drop of a hat (although it convinced me spanking is not for me),
eating way too much and exercising too little (although many magazines have
admonished me to do so "for the children") or enjoying the talents of
Jenna Jameson, Belladonna, Tristan Taormino, Susie Bright, Annie Sprinkle, Nina
Hartley, Greta Christina and a variety of other gifted performers and artists
(if you don't know who these ladies are, you probably should NOT google them.
Especially Belladonna – her talents are, how shall we say, unusual!)

My sister worked for years with a group called the
National Advocates for Pregnant Women
. This group has fought long and hard
for women in South Carolina who have been arrested for child abuse for using
drugs while pregnant. Not possession of drugs, but child abuse for
"delivering"drugs to the fetus. While I certainly don't believe
cocaine or heroin is GREAT for babies, research has now shown the "crack baby"
epidemic to be bullshit. In fact, some of the greatest damage done to fetuses
is done with legal substances, i.e. tobacco and alcohol. Also, poverty.
That's right, being poor can damage your fetus!

What people do not understand about pregnant drug addicts is that these
women are drug addicts first, pregnant second. None of these women got pregnant
and THEN decided to start experimenting with drugs. They were drug addicts who
got pregnant, and NOT by themselves (it is not a crime to impregnate a drug
addict. Seminal emissions seem to be a protected activity.)

What does that matter? A lot actually. If we stopped expecting pregnancy and
the cult of motherhood to change women we might be able to actually look at
what DOES work to effect real change. When I was pregnant, one might think that
I suddenly became extra careful of my food, and or too up exercising to stay
healthy. Again, not so. I was a slothful glutton before, during, and after
pregnancy. The only thing that has made me rethink exercise is a herniated
disc, and the fact that regular movement seems to reduce the excruciating pain.

When a woman marries a man, she becomes a "wife" in our society.
The role of "wife" has many different responsibilities that come with
it, and if you do not consciously choose these, they can take over your whole
life. I have spent my entire marriage fighting this, and probably always will.

A mother's role, though, has even more significance. With this graduation
into "true womanhood", a certain skill set is supposed to arise. From
the ashes of your old identity, a new, self-less mother is then born. Wild
women are suddenly tamed, promiscuous women are now content, career women gain
"insight" into what "really matters", and selfish women
learn that it is not "all about them."

Or not. I am the same person in 2009 that I was in 2001, the year my first
son was conceived. His birth provided no answers to the questions in my head;
his presence filled no gap in my soul. His arrival created a storm of stress
that caused severe anxiety, and left me wishing for the days when aristocratic
women farmed their children out to wet nurses. In fact, during his most severe
colic episodes, I handed him off to his father and went to bed.

The second child's arrival was pretty much the same, although I traded
mental stress for physical stress. My body "gave out" and I decided
that was it for the pregnancy and childbirth experience. I experienced less
stress because this time I was not waiting for "mother's instinct" to
kick in. I knew that it would not, and that my vagina made me no wiser when it
came to the children. When I "knew" things that my husband did not,
it was due to research, not intuition. When I was able to soothe our children,
it was because of lactating breasts, not womanly wisdom. I pawned our children
off to my husband as much as possible in the early months because 1) I can't
stand infants under 6 months old and 2) I had carried them for nine months! He
could suck it up and deal.

How come when my husband and I are equally good parents, it makes him a
brilliant father, and me a shitty mother? I prefer to think of myself as a
co-parent, rather than a mommy, although this often makes me feel like an
outcast among women. When friends find out that my husband is the one who
bathes the children at night, and that I have my own bedroom, and that he got
up with the kids when they were babies, some are jealous, but many look at me
like I am shirking my duties.

Because after all, if I was a "good mommy", I would
WANT to do those things. Amd god forbid I not be a "good mommy!"

Bless my poor husband's heart!

 

Pediatric Bipolar is the New Black

Things at Montessori were going so well for Hollis, I had almost let go of the trauma trigger of the cell phone ring during school hours. Until yesterday.

The day started off as usual, with me having to drag him out of bed and literally put his clothes on him. Not exactly normal for a 6 1/2 year old. He said that he wanted to stay in bed the whole day. I told him that we needed to get up and get ready for the day. What I was thinking was "Get your ass up now – we are spending $718 per month on a private Montessori and and ungodly amount of money on therapy and doctors trying to figure out what is wrong with you, so GET YOUR ASS UP AND GO EAT A POPTART." Whoever said I should "parent by instinct" was a lunatic. My instincts tells me to beat my children in Wal-Mart.

So I drop both of the kids off, and begin my day of saving women from violence. Ironically, I then get an ominous ring on my cell phone (seriously – my ring is the alarm sound from Kill Bill!) with a caller ID I had yet to see on my phone "Montessori". Oh fuck. And what has the son of the savior of women done at school? Wait for it folks . . . he punched a girl in the face. Oh yes, my son is a batterer.

So I go to the school, where they have taken him to the office. He has pulled all of the books off the bookshelf, and is in a corner of the director's office with his coat over his face. I guess that means he is not a sociopath, because he has obvious shame over his actions. Right ??????

I sit down on his level and ask him what happened. As we talk, I begin to put things back on the bookshelf and ask him to help me.He does. He tells me that he and his only friend at school (another boy who seems to be in his own little world) were playing something called the universe game. This game required that they have possession of the school's houseplant, whom they called Timmy. Well, a little girl came over, and not knowing the game, or trying in any way to hurt them, took the plant. So Hollis punched her. In the face. Without trying to talk to her first. Just punched her.

Have I mentioned at this point that we don't spank, so the child has never been hit in his life??

So the office bookshelf is once again in order, and I invite the Director and the teacher back in. They very seriously tell Hollis that they CAN NOT allow him to hit other children, and that some of the parents are starting to get worried about this new little boy who hits (WTF  – first I am hearing about other hitting episodes). He looks very sad and ashamed and says he will try better and wants to stay at Montessori. He goes back down to the class. I go back to work, shut the door of my office and cry.

Two hours later, I was in a co-workers office talking about this, and the office phone rang and was for me. I had cleverly attempted to avoid the situation by leaving my cell phone in my office, but it turns out when your child punches two more children to bring his daily total to 3, they will call your work number.

Before I had children, one of my biggest fears was of passing on "damaged" genes. There is a long and painful history of mental illness in my family and it seems that almost no one escapes it. Two of my paternal grandmother's sisters were placed in mental hospitals in the 40's and 50's, and one remained there until her death. With depression, bipolar, and substance abuse issues on both maternal and paternal sides, I am getting it from both sides. My sister was one of the bravest people in our family, facing her bulimia and alcoholism head on at age 17. That's right, 17! She has been sober for 20 years, but still struggles with depression. As far as I am concerned, I have had intrusive thoughts and anxiety my whole life, and suffered from trichotillomania as a child. Google it – expand your mind!! However, my anxiety and temper are currently under control with sugar and chocolate. I recently told a doctor who wanted me to have weight loss surgery to back off, because I was the only one in my family without a drug/alcohol problem. My problem just manifests itself in about 75 pounds of excess weight.

So as you can see, I was worried that I was just not good enough to reproduce. However, a loving and sane husband, combined with modern pharmaceuticals, (and the horrible, horrible advice to just listen to my instincts) led us to make the decision to reproduce. It was quite the shock to my system, and I am quite sure that if hell exists, mine will be caretaking a colicky infant. When the time to decide to have another child came up, what finally sealed it for me was the following mantra "He needs a witness!" As my sibilings can attest, there is nothing like calling a sibling up to complain about your parents and what horrible act they have just committed. I felt like it was the least I could do for my children!

So here we are the day after. He woke up this morning vomitting and I was actually glad. Glad because sociopaths don't feel remorse for their actions, and he was probably visuallizing having to face his class after hitting three kids. I was going to make him go to school, but he continued to vomit bile. So I called my boss, and took the little one to daycare. I went by the Montessori to tell the teacher, and she too felt sad for him. She and I are both reading "Children Who Are Not Yet Peaceful", a Montessori book on children with behavior problems.

His classmates talked about it in group time this morning, and processed what happened. One child said "Maybe he has Asberger's!" I love it. These kids are so smart and so kind, they are trying to help my son even though he continues to push their offers of friendship back in their face.

I kept him home today, and we have an appointment with a child psychiatrist on February 3. On top of his pending appointments with the psychologist, the pediatrician, and his therapist. Some of my family comment that an ass beating of epic proportions would be much cheaper.

So the chickens have come home to roost, and it was indeed the wrong week to try to give up sugar. So if you call, and I don't answer, leave a message. I will surely get back to you in about 12 years.