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		<title>By: meice</title>
		<link>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/13/stupid-parent-moments/#comment-2519</link>
		<author>meice</author>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Sep 2006 01:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Once when my son was 4 or 5 months old I was preparing him a bottle.  I gave him the bottle and he greedily sucked and sucked.  Soon his face was red and he started screaming.  Apparently I broke the first rule, check the temp before you give to the baby.  The milk wasn't too hot... no, it was a different issue.  There was no hole in the nipple!  I immediately swapped out the nipples and he hungerly sucked it down.  I still feel bad.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Once when my son was 4 or 5 months old I was preparing him a bottle.  I gave him the bottle and he greedily sucked and sucked.  Soon his face was red and he started screaming.  Apparently I broke the first rule, check the temp before you give to the baby.  The milk wasn&#8217;t too hot&#8230; no, it was a different issue.  There was no hole in the nipple!  I immediately swapped out the nipples and he hungerly sucked it down.  I still feel bad.</p>
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		<title>By: Atomic Citizen</title>
		<link>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/13/stupid-parent-moments/#comment-2521</link>
		<author>Atomic Citizen</author>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Sep 2006 01:17:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/13/stupid-parent-moments/#comment-2521</guid>
					<description>I have one from my parents also, can I post them. 

I really kick myself in the butt about my teenage daughter, since I hate the trip to the ATM machine. It seems I always go to that place for her also. Unexpected girl things I guess, but I can never foresee her spending. 

So I need to go to the store for the bread milk trip and needed lunch money for myself tomorrow. I gave her a twenty to pick up two gallons of milk and two loaves of bread and that was the last I saw of it. You know it; she came back with a cake and some candy for the boys. I was financially flubbed.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have one from my parents also, can I post them. </p>
<p>I really kick myself in the butt about my teenage daughter, since I hate the trip to the ATM machine. It seems I always go to that place for her also. Unexpected girl things I guess, but I can never foresee her spending. </p>
<p>So I need to go to the store for the bread milk trip and needed lunch money for myself tomorrow. I gave her a twenty to pick up two gallons of milk and two loaves of bread and that was the last I saw of it. You know it; she came back with a cake and some candy for the boys. I was financially flubbed.</p>
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		<title>By: Netmom</title>
		<link>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/13/stupid-parent-moments/#comment-2525</link>
		<author>Netmom</author>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Sep 2006 10:10:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/13/stupid-parent-moments/#comment-2525</guid>
					<description>ohhhh, so many moments to choose from...

When the children were 6,8,10, and 12, we took them to Canada on Spring Break to learn to ski, along with another family (totaling four adults and six kids).  We arrived in Montreal about 8 p.m. after two days of driving, and stopped briefly to check in to a hotel; Hubby stayed in the car with the children while I went in to pick up the room key and inquire about nearby restaurants (no more McDonands, please).

It was snowing hard, with about 18" on the ground already.  The trusty Suburban does not have 4-wheel drive, so we were relieved to learn that there was an excellent family-friendly buffet about a mile away, and we were off again.  It was a treacherous mile as the roads had not been recently plowed, but we finally made it.  We all piled out and the kids were already dashing toward the buffet when the other mom asked, "where's Delta?"

My heart stopped.  She was gone.  I traded a few quarters for toonies, called the hotel number on the back of the card key from a pay phone, and quickly learned that yes, there was a six year old left behind at the hotel.  Somehow, she had slipped out of the car unnoticed.

We went back through the driving snow and found her sitting on the lap of a nice French Canadian desk clerk, happily snacking on chocolate and bottled water, and learning French.

I don't think my heart started beating again for an hour.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>ohhhh, so many moments to choose from&#8230;</p>
<p>When the children were 6,8,10, and 12, we took them to Canada on Spring Break to learn to ski, along with another family (totaling four adults and six kids).  We arrived in Montreal about 8 p.m. after two days of driving, and stopped briefly to check in to a hotel; Hubby stayed in the car with the children while I went in to pick up the room key and inquire about nearby restaurants (no more McDonands, please).</p>
<p>It was snowing hard, with about 18&#8243; on the ground already.  The trusty Suburban does not have 4-wheel drive, so we were relieved to learn that there was an excellent family-friendly buffet about a mile away, and we were off again.  It was a treacherous mile as the roads had not been recently plowed, but we finally made it.  We all piled out and the kids were already dashing toward the buffet when the other mom asked, &#8220;where&#8217;s Delta?&#8221;</p>
<p>My heart stopped.  She was gone.  I traded a few quarters for toonies, called the hotel number on the back of the card key from a pay phone, and quickly learned that yes, there was a six year old left behind at the hotel.  Somehow, she had slipped out of the car unnoticed.</p>
<p>We went back through the driving snow and found her sitting on the lap of a nice French Canadian desk clerk, happily snacking on chocolate and bottled water, and learning French.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t think my heart started beating again for an hour.</p>
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		<title>By: GoldenAppleCorp</title>
		<link>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/13/stupid-parent-moments/#comment-2526</link>
		<author>GoldenAppleCorp</author>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Sep 2006 11:30:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/13/stupid-parent-moments/#comment-2526</guid>
					<description>I'm sure I've got plenty, but the first one that comes to mind...
We were at Comp USA when MastaG was about... 2?  He'd been walking around the store, but we put him in the stroller while we were in line.  We headed out the store to the car.  There was a handicapped ramp, but the drop to the parking lot from the sidewalk was only a couple of inches, so I just pushed him toward it.  The front wheels hit, the stroller tripped, and MastaG fell out face first onto the parking lot because I'd forgotten to buckle him in.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m sure I&#8217;ve got plenty, but the first one that comes to mind&#8230;<br />
We were at Comp USA when MastaG was about&#8230; 2?  He&#8217;d been walking around the store, but we put him in the stroller while we were in line.  We headed out the store to the car.  There was a handicapped ramp, but the drop to the parking lot from the sidewalk was only a couple of inches, so I just pushed him toward it.  The front wheels hit, the stroller tripped, and MastaG fell out face first onto the parking lot because I&#8217;d forgotten to buckle him in.</p>
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		<title>By: Atomictumor</title>
		<link>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/13/stupid-parent-moments/#comment-2527</link>
		<author>Atomictumor</author>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Sep 2006 11:52:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/13/stupid-parent-moments/#comment-2527</guid>
					<description>Heres a good one, 
MastaG and I were taking Pigpen home in the Volvo from GAC's folks place in Knoxville.  Pigpen was all sorts of sleepy, and passed out before we got far.  I took a turn, and saw Pigpen's carseat in the backseat flop right over, child and all.  Turns out I strapped Pigpen into the seat with the child straps, instead of bringing the seatbelt over like the booster seat I'd been using it for for months.  
The funny thing is, Pigpen stayed asleep the whole time!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Heres a good one,<br />
MastaG and I were taking Pigpen home in the Volvo from GAC&#8217;s folks place in Knoxville.  Pigpen was all sorts of sleepy, and passed out before we got far.  I took a turn, and saw Pigpen&#8217;s carseat in the backseat flop right over, child and all.  Turns out I strapped Pigpen into the seat with the child straps, instead of bringing the seatbelt over like the booster seat I&#8217;d been using it for for months.<br />
The funny thing is, Pigpen stayed asleep the whole time!</p>
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		<title>By: The Bosphorus</title>
		<link>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/13/stupid-parent-moments/#comment-2557</link>
		<author>The Bosphorus</author>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Sep 2006 01:36:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/13/stupid-parent-moments/#comment-2557</guid>
					<description>I'll add another to The Missus' list. Almost a whole year ago, on Lugnut's 1st birthday, we'd just brought out the cake. We were singing happy birthday and the candles were lit. When it came time for Lug to blow out the candles I leaned forward. Now I know I was going to blow the candles out, but I didn't anticipate lug's natural baby tendency to grab. The next thing I knew he'd grabbed the flaming candle (put it out) and was crying. This is even documented in living digital color!

To add to The Missus's story about October, here's something more. The next day we were schedule to fly to California and here she was with the hershey squirts. Yep, the Missus wasn't happy w/ me that day.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ll add another to The Missus&#8217; list. Almost a whole year ago, on Lugnut&#8217;s 1st birthday, we&#8217;d just brought out the cake. We were singing happy birthday and the candles were lit. When it came time for Lug to blow out the candles I leaned forward. Now I know I was going to blow the candles out, but I didn&#8217;t anticipate lug&#8217;s natural baby tendency to grab. The next thing I knew he&#8217;d grabbed the flaming candle (put it out) and was crying. This is even documented in living digital color!</p>
<p>To add to The Missus&#8217;s story about October, here&#8217;s something more. The next day we were schedule to fly to California and here she was with the hershey squirts. Yep, the Missus wasn&#8217;t happy w/ me that day.</p>
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		<title>By: djuggler</title>
		<link>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/13/stupid-parent-moments/#comment-2580</link>
		<author>djuggler</author>
		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Sep 2006 17:51:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/13/stupid-parent-moments/#comment-2580</guid>
					<description>We lost an autistic child at Disney's Animal Kingdom.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We lost an autistic child at Disney&#8217;s Animal Kingdom.</p>
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