proto-homo:

powerbottomjotaro:

this is such a bad product. you might have temporary control over your tot but youre just going to make it stronger. whats worse than an uncontrollable baby? an uncontrollable baby who has never missed leg day and could kill you with one kick

Also, those leg weight things aren’t even recommended by a lot of people for adults. I’ve worn then to work out, and they cause a lot of joint pain and unnatural movement. Just imagine what that does, physiologically, to a toddler, who is still growing their bones. You’re essentially putting shackles on your baby. Just use the freaking leash and flip the bird to anyone who judges you for using it. And use the backpack/harness ones, for bob’s sake. The wrist-strap ones can dislocate their shoulder if they run and fall over when it’s at full stretch.

everyendeavor:

westafricanbaby:

diaryofakanemem:

This father consoling his baby son at the doctor’s office is SO CUTE 😍😍😍

Awwwww😂😂😂

This father is doing SO much more than consoling his infant son …

• this father is showing up as a pillar of safety; he’s told his son he acknowledges and believes in the boy’s strength.

• the father is completely present and accepting of his son’s story and helps him tell it. When the son recognizes that his father was fully present and heard the story of his experience of pain, the boy calms completely.

This piece of video will now be at the very top of my teaching tools when training parents and caretakers to work with shock and trauma in infants. It’s one of the finest examples of exemplary parenting I have ever seen in my 35-year healing career. ❤️

copperbadge:

licoriceplease:

copperbadge:

Ironfries’ TWELVE TINY STEBES. I named them.

(ETA because there seems to be some confusion: This is not my art or even my idea. The art is by Ironfries, the concept comes from Valtyr, all of which is at the above link.)

Important information: Carl and Grant are both girls. Well, they liked the names and Tony wasn’t aware when he let them pick their names.

Also, Ian’s name is actually Iannosaurus Rex. Tony was going around the table at snacktime asking the kids what names they wanted and Steve was suggesting good solid BORING names and Tony was like “You, number nine, what do you want to be called?”

Nine: VELOCIRAPTOR!
Steve: No.
Tony: Papa’s absolutely right, kiddo, we can’t call you Velociraptor, it starts with a V, not an I.
Nine: TYRANNOSAURUS.
Steve: We can’t name him after a dinosaur, Tony.
Tony: Of course we can, sport, it’s not like it’s going to be you or me who has to give the name to hotel clerks and restaurant hosts in twenty years. Nine, you can’t be Tyrannosaurus, it has to start with I or the whole system goes to pot. What if we call you Iannosaurus?
Nine: IANNOSAURUS REX.
Tony: Done. Papa can call you Ian if he wants. Ten my darling, do you want to be Jerrydactyl?
Ten: I don’t like dinofaurf.
Steve: Joseph.
Tony: What?
Steve: It was my father’s name. He can be Joseph.
Ten: Okay. Wanna be Jofef.
Tony: This parenting business is much easier than I imagined. You’re a natural, Papa.

So it has taken FOREVER

but I have finished my fic based on this (and the other) post!

OMG GUYS IT’S AWESOME GO READ IT

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