to ask the older parents on MN

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what you did in your day that would have got you sacked from MN today and potentially a visit from ss

I slept on my tummy, mother smoked when pregnant. .. and my nan thinks asprin is the best thing to give a baby for teething. And rice in my bottle from probably day one to get me off to sleep

i used to sit on my nans knee in the front seat of the car. Seatbelts were optional.

I remember clearly pulling on 'my' little silver handle as we went round the roundabout. It was the door opening handle

I also remember going on holiday with the boot stacked floor to celing on on side and my little sister on the other, she used to shout when we went round roundabouts because it used to slip and crush her.

four/five of us on the back seat of the car, no seatbelts.

I also remember coming back from LLandudno, sitting in the footwell with my head on the seat, cos i couldnt bear my sunburn being touched.

Finally, holding onto my brothers feet, as he leant out of the car window to puke.

I wonder why mine are all car related?

To be fair, with ds2, ds1 was often found pushing him in circles round the garden rather than just 'parked'

No, it has to be next to you so it can regulate it's breathing.
I am happy we live in a time when SIDS rates are so low.. but I do think it leads to an unholy sense of guilt when you just want to take a shower in peace.

I think my dad was at my birth (early 80s)

Well- if i have another, i'll do it again.

I agree- showering in peace now mine are bigger is great!

Prams were pretty swish back then though wern't like a big baby bed, it was probably quite nice sleeping in the garden. Baby camping.

just remembered - we took dd1 on holiday to cornwall ( about 400 miles away) when she was 6 months old. She was just casually lying in a carry cot, placed on the back seat of the car and every time we had to brake suddenly, the carrycot sort of flew off the seat into the back of the front seats! Insanity.

I was born in 72, one of my very earliest memories was when I was about 3, my Dad had a low speed bump in the car. I remember shooting forward off the back seat (no seat belts or car seats) and landing between the 2 front seats. I clearly remember my Mum and Dad both looking down at me like this

I also remember my pale skinned, red headed Mum sun bathing in the back garden slathered in coconut oil

oh forgot, you said you're not an older parent! SOrry mind is muddled have impending dc3 due any minute now wishful thinking

I don't trust English weather tbf though.. it always looks like its not raining and then you go outside for 5 seconds and end up sopping wet.

She was just casually lying in a carry cot, placed on the back seat of the car and every time we had to brake suddenly, the carrycot sort of flew off the seat into the back of the front seats! She was just casually lying in a carry cot, placed on the back seat of the car and every time we had to brake suddenly, the carrycot sort of flew off the seat into the back of the front seats!

I know it's not right but I lolled

What was it with incredibly white people oiling themselves?
Is it to save you time so you burn quicker. My mother was always oiled when we went outside.

"I find it strange watching old tv shows where they show police officers smoking in their office!"

^^^^^^

My prep school teachers (oddly, I was one of only a few girls at a boys' school) used to chain smoke at the front of the class. Everyone smoked in the 60's. "Cook" smoked too and you regarded is as part of life to find cigarette butts in your lunch

My sister and I used to go, aged about 3 and 4, to the local shop to buy cigarettes for my mother. It was a great adventure.

I was born in 1990 and yet:

• had my dummy dipped in whiskey.
• was left alone in the car for a few minutes

Early 70's child - but my DM was a lentil weaving hippy little ahead of her time, in that we always had seatbelts (which DF had to fit as they weren't standard in most cars) and she would refuse to transport more DC than she had seatbelts for (and got some very looks and comments for it). Parents didn't smoke and wouldn't let other people smoke in the house and we weren't allowed didn't eat nearly as much "interesting" processed food as most people did. I had a weird version of a 1970's childhood

DD1 born in 1991 was FF from about two weeks old, and every 4 hours, put down to sleep on her side with a rolled up blanket beside her, weaned around 12 weeks,

DD2 born in 1993 was also FF, but weaned at 8 months (Medical reasons) and put down to sleep on her back.

Pretty sure I was given rusks in my bottle, we didn't have a car but remember sliding around in my uncle's car and thinking it great fun, at other times about 50 of us crammed into his Ford Escort.

Parents weren't drinkers so no waiting outside the pub, don't think any of my friends did either.

Roamed about all day in the holidays, from just after breakfast til home time in the evening.

Yep not an older mum. There's still the possibility of me subjecting another poor critter to my ill advised parenting choices

I was put to sleep at the bottom of the garden in my pram too, but then I did that with mine too and they are 8, 5 and 2. Mainly with the 8 year old, I don't think I really took in the whole they must sleep beside you until they are 6 months, when mine were asleep I got on with housework in whatever room it needed doing.

Yep not an older mum. There's still the possibility of me subjecting another poor critter to my ill advised parenting choices

watches my own ds run past with scissors, continues to MN

My mother has never smoked or drunk alcohol, let alone while pregnant and she breastfed me and my siblings as she hated all the faff of making up bottles. She was ahead of her time in the 1960s.

Does anyone else remember the sweet cigarettes you could buy in the sweet shops? They came in brightly coloured packets and were small cigarette shaped white candy pieces with a red tip to look like they were already lit.

I was born in the 70s, my parents divorced when I was 6 and they both worked. During school holidays, they would take us into work (mum at a bank; dad at an insurance company) with them and we would spend the day in the staff lunch/smoke/bar room. Remember clearly giant perpetually full ashtrays and leaping from bar counter onto other furniture. Dad always bought pork pies for lunch...yum...

MIne slept next to me in the evenings (on a breathing monitor ) but they mostly slept on me in the day due to them being hatefull quite needy. SO I couldn't really leave them to it anyway....

Yes I do mouldy! and this is hilarious bad parenting of mine.. but my sister found some recently that come in an actual cigarette pack and really look like ciggaretts (way better than the ones we had) and we've got a pic of dd posed like the fonze with the pack and fag in hand..
[cringe]

she's too little to understand so in my head that makes it OK and gives her something to moan about when she finds the photo in the future

For the record we are all non smokers!

Yu to long car journeys with three kids in the back windows shut and thick fog of smoke
I used to lie on the floor in the back as space was short and I wanted to sleep.
Our family friends daughter used to volunteer to go in the boot when car was over full proper boot not seven seater.
We used to stand up in the back of our same family friends spitfire sports car holding on to the bar

Many other things normal in seventies. Used to walk for miles into town etc at young age , play on the canal doing gymnastics on the pipes across it and daring each other to go into the concrete tunnels through the hillsides for stream water

And I was super well behaved...this was just normal stuff