Clarify a definition

[stoney321]

Nothing major, but this is a teeny little pet peeve of mine:
If you bite it and you die, it's POISONOUS.  If it bites you and you die, it's VENOMOUS.  I heard someone on a nature show today use that incorrectly.

Example: the wild mushrooms were obviously poisonous as the whole party lay gasping and convulsing in their own silent death throes.  The black mamba hid in the tree overhead, his venomous bite eliciting the same response in the small rat it chose as his dinner.

I watched a doc on Jane Goodall and heard the saddest thing EVER.  Don't look under the cut if animal death bothers you.

A colobus monkey was carrying its dead baby on its back in a troup near her camp.  The baby had apparently died a while before and was severly decomposed and would occasionally slip off, and the mother would stop, readjust it, and continue on with her troup.

Waaahhh!!  Now something completely different, in that it is sweet and happy:

The colts that live at the ranch around the corner got their little soccer balls out in their arena and were kicking them around, strengthening their legs.  The mares were in their stalls whickering to their babies.  I love horses.  When giving birth, mares will start talking baby talk to the colts as they emerge.

I want to hear mother/baby stories.  They can be gruesome, sweet, sad, apathetic, anything.  I'm working on a thesis, and want to hear from my buds around the world.  Nothing is off putting to me.

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[spikesbint.livejournal.com]

I will post something about mother/Baby in here later. It's late and I am being bad by staying up :) I seriously hate going to bed.

That was sad about the monkey, I suppose in the natural world even animals have a way of coping with loss, by a means of denial.

Angela

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

I'm holding you to the story... Rush off to sleep and dream of children on vacation.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

More like the "she really said that?" kind of thing. I'm not studying anything in the formal sense, but am working on a novelization of my childhood, and the form of parenting that seems to be unique in my mom's family, in that there is no apparent maternal instinct.

That being said, nothing is more fun that a couple of moms sharing their birth stories. I'll get you started: my second was born without my doctor, and later they found his body with his pager beeping my 911 message about labor. Apparently his wife wanted his money and had him offed. Meanwhile, my number 2 was hung up on my pelvic bones and was quite possibly the ugliest child at birth. They thought her eyelids were buttocks when they examined me right before hard labor. Only the ultrasound showed they were eyelids, swollen to massive proportions. She turned out beautifully in a few days.

Now you! (I love this stuff)

[serenelystrange.livejournal.com]

Well i have no kids but i have a silly story from when i was around 4 years old. My mom and i were in one of the drug stores like CVS or what not. We were picking up a prescription and the pharmacists asks my mom who the family doctor is. Me, being the sweet angel, lol, that i was, answered him. "We dont have a family doctor, we have a family pharmacist, my uncle Paul." You see, my uncle's a pharmacist, lol. Well, the pharmacist started laughing and my mom just kind of stared at me like she couldnt believe i had said something so very stupid. Yeah, so i dont remember it too well, but s its becomesort of a embellished story over the years in my family. I hope that was mother/baby ish enough, even though i wasnt quite a baby at the time, :)

[vincitveritas.livejournal.com]

incorrect usage of words angers me, too. it's called a dictionary, people.

that poor monkey. the things mothers do for their children. i love monkeys. they smell funny.

[spikesbint.livejournal.com]

Oh God if its she said... my kids have been a constant source of embarrasment!

A a couple of years ago when my oldest turned 13, I bought her a book for girls her age that explained about sexual health and any question a teenager might want to know about any thing...big mistake.

She shared everything that she read in it with her younger sisters, didnt know the full damage that was caused until I was on packed train with my three girls and the younger two got into an argument and started calling each other names like...orgasm pig, and comments like stop masturbating with that seat.

I felt that too much knowledge was a bad thing that day.

On a more serious note, I think that maternal instinct is something that you develop like any other skill. Like all things in life, somethings we have a natural talent for, others we don't.

The moment my eldest was born, I didn't suddenly have this big rush of love or say "Oh God I am a mum!" I was just grateful it was all over after eighteen and a half hours. The first night she was born though, I think I hardly slept as I just wanted to keep looking at her. Ihad this real sense of awe, fiding it hard to believe that she was actually mine.

Angela

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Ha ha! "Stop masturbating with that seat." Funny stuff.

About the developing the love after birth, I distinctly recall feeling absolutely lonely and empty as my son came out of me. I remember feeling just overwhelmed with grief. After I got to hold him for a while, that was replaced with amazement and love, but I always think of that sadness and emptiness first.

::peeks out from behind desk:: I'm really looking for the nasty bits. Like when my mother pointed at my new hairdo when I was 14 and repeatedly told me how ugly I was. Or told me how great sex with my dad was as she stumbles up the stairs drunk on vodka. I promise I'm well adjusted, though. ;-)

[spikesbint.livejournal.com]

how about walking in on your parents doing a 69'er thats stayed with me for life ew!!!!

I very rarely got the wrath of my mothers tongue as I was a bit of a good girl until I saw the error of my ways and became evil.

My other sisters did, I can remember my mother hitting my younger sister with a roll of wallpaper when she was a teenager and telling her "I wish you had never been born"

that was nasty, and I am sure it's something that my sister never forgot too.

Angela

what the hell?

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Ugh. Poor sis. My mom was a peach, all right. She REEAAALLLY hated being saddled with us kids. We "took her freedom away." I try to pay attention to how I treat my kids. I want them to always know I care, even when I am angry.

(BTW, I was a good, mousy, straight A student, but my flaw was I didn't know how to get the boys to notice me. Nice.)