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Kako napraviti treću bebu?


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#31 decky999

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Posted 05 May 2008 - 02:05

Dvije bebe. Jedna od tri i pol godine i jedna od sedam mjeseci. Rijetko kad spavaju u isto vrijeme. A kad spavaju, tad spavamo i mi i tad je obicno kasno za bilo sta. U trenutcima kad nam je najvise do toga, naravno bar jedna je budna. Svi smo u istoj sobi. Kreveti poredani ko u kasarni. Mozda neko od vas zna neki trik ako uopste postoji, kako napraviti trecu bebu u ovakvoj situaciji.



Pa isto kao i prve dve :rolleyes:

#32 andjelija

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Posted 05 May 2008 - 05:10

ja ne znam gde ovaj svet ide.
moja keva je mene i sestru izdresirala po njenom rasporedu kojeg se drzala kao pijan plota. jedva joj u pubertetu objasnih 'mama ne mogu vise u krevet posle crtanog u 7.15'

znam samo jos jednu mladu mamu koja je svoje klince male tako vaspitala. ma nikakvih problema nema.

ovo danas, grozim se roditelja...
em te zovu u goste (u koje jedva se nateram da odem)
em se izuvas
em pusis napolju
em ti poture klinca da ga gledas i tako svi cutimo i blenemo ko telad u dete od 2 godine
em se sve vrti oko malog...e sad malo tise jer mu je vreme da spava....
mislim ftf ste me zvali u goste?!?!?!?


mrzim roditelje ove danasnje. toliko pogresno vaspitavaju klince ima deca da im uzvrate istom merom za jedno par godina.


pravi to trece ko prva dva. taman da ne spavate 24 sata... idealno :rolleyes:

Edited by andjelija, 05 May 2008 - 05:11.


#33 DonJuan

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Posted 05 May 2008 - 15:32

Dvije bebe. Jedna od tri i pol godine i jedna od sedam mjeseci. Rijetko kad spavaju u isto vrijeme. A kad spavaju, tad spavamo i mi i tad je obicno kasno za bilo sta. U trenutcima kad nam je najvise do toga, naravno bar jedna je budna. Svi smo u istoj sobi. Kreveti poredani ko u kasarni. Mozda neko od vas zna neki trik ako uopste postoji, kako napraviti trecu bebu u ovakvoj situaciji.

Vidi ovo je zaista vrlo ozbiljan problem....Mislim da bi trebala da se pokaže posebna pažnja na to. Recimo ne bi se sada bavili sitnim problemima da neki ne mogu da prehrane ni jedno, pa se lepo bacimo na problem spavanja. naučnici su ustanovili da recimo ako deci daš malo alkohola spavaju kao bebe (odatle i taj izraz), u tom periodu možete da radite šta hoćete, tj. možete i da igrate War Craft, naravno ako imate brzu intentet vezu. Pazite da vam deca nisu od onih namćora, jer može da vam se desi da ako malo popiju gađaju vas sa zvečkom ili nekim bližim predmetom. Drugi način je da sihronizujete decu, tj, da kao što ljudi sihronizuju računare vi svoju decu sihronizujete tako da rade iste stvari u isto vreme. Pazite samo da ne zeznete program jer može da se desi da im se ide u WC u isto vreme, to može da bude malo problematično, posebno noću.
Ako vam treba još neki savet, stojim vam na raspolaganju....

#34 Scubius

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Posted 06 May 2008 - 13:04

Vidi ovo je zaista vrlo ozbiljan problem....Mislim da bi trebala da se pokaže posebna pažnja na to. Recimo ne bi se sada bavili sitnim problemima da neki ne mogu da prehrane ni jedno, pa se lepo bacimo na problem spavanja. naučnici su ustanovili da recimo ako deci daš malo alkohola spavaju kao bebe (odatle i taj izraz), u tom periodu možete da radite šta hoćete, tj. možete i da igrate War Craft, naravno ako imate brzu intentet vezu. Pazite da vam deca nisu od onih namćora, jer može da vam se desi da ako malo popiju gađaju vas sa zvečkom ili nekim bližim predmetom. Drugi način je da sihronizujete decu, tj, da kao što ljudi sihronizuju računare vi svoju decu sihronizujete tako da rade iste stvari u isto vreme. Pazite samo da ne zeznete program jer može da se desi da im se ide u WC u isto vreme, to može da bude malo problematično, posebno noću.
Ako vam treba još neki savet, stojim vam na raspolaganju....



ako moz eneko da ih pricuva, a vi u hotel.

#35 sexton

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Posted 06 May 2008 - 15:55

‘I don’t have to go looking for trouble in an airplane,’ he noted, blinking his beady, brown, offended eyes myopically. ‘It comes looking for me. Like that virgin I’m telling you about that couldn’t have a baby.
‘What virgin?’ Yossarian asked. ‘I thought you were telling me about some newlyweds.’
‘That’s the virgin I’m telling you about. They were just a couple of young kids, and they’d been married, oh, a little over a year when they came walking into my office without an appointment. You should have seen her. She was so sweet and young and pretty. She even blushed when I asked about her periods. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving that girl. She was built like a dream and wore a chain around her neck with a medal of Saint Anthony hanging down inside the most beautiful bosom I never saw. “It must be a terrible temptation for Saint Anthony,” I joked – just to put her at ease, you know. “Saint Anthony?” her husband said. “Who is Saint Anthony?” “Ask your wife,” I told him. “She can tell who Saint Anthony is.” “Who is Saint Anthony?” he asked her. “Who?” she wanted to know. “Saint Anthony,” he told her. “Saint Anthony?” she said. “Who’s Saint Anthony?” When I got a good look at her inside my examination room I found she was still a virgin. I spoke to her husband alone while she was pulling her girdle back on and hooking it onto her stockings. “Every night,” he boasted. A real wise guy, you know. “I never miss a night,” he boasted. And he meant it, too. “I even been puttin’ it to her mornings before the breakfasts she makes me before we go to work,” he boasted. There was only one explanation. When I had the both together again I gave them a demonstration of intercourse with the rubber models I’ve got in my office. I’ve got these rubber models in my office with all the reproductive organs of both sexes that I keep locked up in separate cabinets to avoid a scandal. I mean I used to have them. I don’t have anything anymore, not even a practice. The only thing I have now is this low temperature that I’m really starting to worry about. Those two kids I’ve got working for me in the medical tent aren’t worth a damn as diagnosticians. All they know how to do is complain. They think they’ve got troubles? What about me? They should have been in my office that day with those two newlyweds looking at me as though I were telling something nobody’d never heard of before. You never saw anybody so interested. “You mean like this?” he asked me and worked the models for himself awhile. You know, I can see where a certain type of person might get a big kick out of doing just that. “That’s it,” I told him. “Now you go home and try it my way for a few months and see what happens. Okay?” “Okay,” they said, and paid me in cash without any argument. “Have a good time,” I told her, and they thanked me and walked out together. He had his arm around her waist as though he couldn’t wait to get her home and put it to her again. A few days later he came back all by himself and told my nurse he had to see me right away. As soon as we were alone he punched me in the nose.’
‘He did what?’
‘He called me a wise guy and punched me in the nose. “What are you, a wise guy?” he said and knocked me flat on my ass. Pow! Just like that. I’m not kidding.’
‘I know you are not kidding,’ Yossarian said. ‘But why did he do it?’
‘How should I know why he did it?’ Doc Daneeka retorted in annoyance.
‘May be it had something to do with Saint Anthony?’
Doc Daneeka looked at Yossarian blankly. ‘Saint Anthony?’ he asked with astonishment. ‘Who’s Saint Anthony?’
‘How should I know?’ answered Chief White Halfoat, staggering inside the tent just then with a bottle of whiskey cradled in his arm and sitting himself down pugnaciously between the two of them.