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Life continues to slowly, surely, get better.
I found out on Sunday (gods, a day with my family), that I'm apperantly 'raising my kids wrong' because the twins don't like being fed by anyone but me, and I prefer to be alone while feeding them.
Apperantly the fact my father can't give them a bottle, though he can do anything else with them, is wrong.
This when the boys were already having a rough day (got up extra early, had to miss a nap, got passed around like mad, had to wait extra long between meals, had lots of unaccustomed noise) and honestly they and I both needed the break of being alone for feeding.
*growls*
And people wonder why I tend to avoid my father.
I found out on Sunday (gods, a day with my family), that I'm apperantly 'raising my kids wrong' because the twins don't like being fed by anyone but me, and I prefer to be alone while feeding them.
Apperantly the fact my father can't give them a bottle, though he can do anything else with them, is wrong.
This when the boys were already having a rough day (got up extra early, had to miss a nap, got passed around like mad, had to wait extra long between meals, had lots of unaccustomed noise) and honestly they and I both needed the break of being alone for feeding.
*growls*
And people wonder why I tend to avoid my father.