If you grew up in my family, you have memories of the nights after a hunt where we stayed up late and butchered whatever was killed.
My job was to write on the meat packages.
I hate raw meat, so even doing that was a hardship.
The smell - YUCK!
I married a man to do my share of the work. Isn't it great how that worked out?
Now my baby wants to be part of it. I say, "More power to ya, little one!"
You can fight your Daddy for the first taste!
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I am so glad that I wasn't there...I dont think i would ever be able to eat meat again!!
Oh yuck. I wanted to tell you I am proud of your response to your ugly emailer...Our pediatrician said at 6 months babies are mentally ready to handle crying-it-out without feeling abandoned. By the time Remy was 6 months old she hardly even cried; she was totally ready. Since then, she's been sleeping 7:30-7:30 every night, which keeps her healthy and strong because she has plenty of time to sleep.
So as far as religion is concerned, this goes right along w/ our beliefs--teaching our children how to be self-sufficient in all ways, loving them enough to teach them important lessons, and lastly, following the advise of our pediatricians, who are much smarter than us. You're his mom, you receive revelation for HIM and what will make him the happiest and healthiest little boy.
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