I know that both our families do not have any sort of inherited diseases including Thalassemia, but we were told by the hospital that our baby is a carrier of the disease. We were shocked! Can a person be infected or even be a carrier if both parents and their familiers are not ??
Details for the answerers .. Thalassemia is a hereditary disease, that means you have the disease because of both of your parents being a carrier to the disease.
This disease is a gene abnormality that effects the red blood cells.

Find a picture and a description of an infant toy in your home. Write a very brief description of the toy, telling why it would appeal to a very young infant. How would the toy be used by a 2-month-old? How might the same toy be used by a 6-month-old?
Toy manufacturers often try to convince parents that infant toys will still be interesting to toddlers. How might a parent scaffold an infant`s interaction with this toy? How would this relate to the zone of proximal development?

I dreamed last night that I was at some random restaurant with two of my friends eating and then for no reason I went on a rampage and killed everyone in the restaurant, including the workers and my friends. I felt the adrenaline in my dream. There wasn’t any punishment or anything for what I did, I just remember that my name was in the newspaper and everyone knew who I was and what I did. I felt extremely depressed and anxious. It switched over to a classroom and school where everybody was smirking, laughing, saying extremely bad things about me. I felt like complete crap, the lowest I can recall feeling. Then for some reason I went back to the restaurant, which I was banned from (yeah I don’t get the logic of this dream either) and everybody was looking at me and talking to their friends secretly about me and smirking again. I felt like I was some crazy beast. then somebody I think from the media appeared out of nowhere taking a billion pictures of me and laughing and insulting me. I raged again, even more than before, slapped the camera out of his hand and killed everyone again. I don’t recall me physically killing the people this time around but my dream told me I killed 4 more people. Once again, no punishment. I felt extremely alone and devastated. I then switched to being inside a grocery store where I saw people I know in real life who respect me and actually care about me smirking at me, walking away from me, laughing, talking about me, ect. I knew I had lost all my friends and would never have any again. People I know were saying things like "You didn’t fucking learn you idiot." I couldn’t have a future either since everyone in the world knew about me. I became extremely depressed and sad inside again, crazy depressed. The only thing comparable to what I felt in my dream is if brought Hitler or Stalin back to life and set them in the middle of a crowded place. Then I was in the backseat of my parents’ car and they were driving. They seemed to be the only ones that cared about me giving me good talk and confidence while I was sulking in the back seat, but it didn’t feel real like they really cared. It turned out we were driving to the damn restaurant again. My parents wanted to eat there. I got out and told them I didn’t want to go in, but they said something like "They want you to come in, they like you…" (it seemed sarcastic) so I decided to go in. My dream ended with me at a table there eating something like french fries. I woke up this morning extremely depressed, I felt like it was real and that I have to deal another day like that. I had to give myself self-talk for a while to cheer myself up and get out of this state. Even on the way to school this morning I felt like it was still real and felt like I was going to be hated for what I did in my dream. Why did I have such a creepy, dark, depressing, real feeling dream? Thanks and God bless.

What do you think of my story extract?
A.N This is the prologue and the beginning of chapter one of my new story "Trapped In Your Mind". It is about a small country, where when you get to 16 your memories are wiped. This is to hide something that is happening in the country (revealed later). You can choose one word to hang on to, most people choose their name – but some choose something else. This is the story of a boy – and the word that is all he can recall when he awakes in a cell. "Freedom".

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PROLOGUE
The frigid night air made Jessica shiver as she stepped back from the window, staring straight up at the boy in front of her.
“Who are you?” she asked him, confused. A dark mask covered his face, and the fact that she couldn’t see who he was seemed to make his presence even more frightening.
He said nothing, and did not move even an centimetre in response.
She looked up at him, and with a feeling of dread, realised that he must be dangerous – otherwise how would he have got into the house? Maybe he had broken in and downstairs her parents were lying – no. She couldn’t think that.

"Who are you?" she repeated, trying not to panic. Her parents must have let him into the house, right. Listening, she could hear no sounds coming from downstairs, nor had she heard the door open. Panicking, she began to cry; somehow knowing that something dreadful was about to occur. The boy stepped back as if startled, as she began to sob. Slowly he lifted his mask,his hazel eyes fixed on her.

"Don’t be scared," he said in a gravelly voice.
"Don’t be scared?" She raised an eyebrow – of course she was scared!
"I don’t want to hurt you, you know. I have a job to do. An… arrangement with the leaders of our good city." He laughed joylessly, then continued.
"You see, there is something that happens to every child of Fila when they turn sixteen. I can only tell you this because I am sure that by tomorrow you will no longer remember what I am telling you. And you should know, I don’t usually let people know what will happen." He frowned and looked away.

"What will happen?" she asked softly, as if now resigned to what may happen.
"Every memory you have will be wiped from your mind. You will know all the skills you possess, to read or write – but you won’t know how you learned, or who taught you. You won’t remember your friends or your family. I don’t know why this happens."
Jessica leaned back against the wall. "No. You can’t be serious. Why would they do that?"
The boy looked at her with what could have been interpreted as sympathy. "Perhaps they want utter control, or there is something going on around here. Does it matter?"
Her expression changed to one of grim determination. "I don’t believe you, you’re lying. You have to be!"
"Have you ever heard your parents talk about their childhood? Your teachers, do they ever mention their days as a student?"

The boy did not give her a chance to respond, but instead glanced at his watch.
"Right, it’s time to go." From his pocket, he took a pair of handcuffs, and attached them to her wrists deftly. Jessica, usually a kind,gentle girl began to swear as she struggled to escape. He pushed her out of the room and down the stairs.
"I suppose you have your memories- must be why you help them, right?" she hissed.

"Yes actually, it is." His iron grip softened, as he led her out of the house and pushed her into the back of a black van. He climbed into the front seat, pulling his mask back down as he did so and then the car drove away, not to return.

CHAPTER ONE (PARTIAL)

They told me to write this, to make sure that I would remember how to. The thing is, I can’t say anything about me or who I am. Perhaps that’s just as well.

Maybe you’ll invent some story to explain your life before, where you were ordinary – or even better; some hero saving lives. You’ll never have to see the truth. That perhaps this place isn’t just somewhere you are trapped; but the place that reveals who you really are. And I am a monster, for what I did. I could have stopped it all, but I didn’t try hard enough.

As a comfort, in the cells, we whisper that it was all their fault – but I alone know the reality. Sure Fela may not be the best places in the world, but it has taught me something which I hope you can cling to. Something that will remain after my memories are wiped. Always watch your back; you never know who will betray you. For me, it was the person I trusted the most…

A.N This is the prologue and the beginning of chapter one of my new story "Trapped In Your Mind". It is about a small country, where when you get to 16 your memories are wiped. This is to hide something that is happening in the country (revealed later). You can choose one word to hang on to, most people choose their name – but some choose something else. This is the story of a boy – and the word that is all he can recall when he awakes in a cell. "Freedom".
I just re-read the prologue and it seems a bit cliched I guess, what do you think?

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PROLOGUE
The frigid night air made Jessica shiver as she stepped back from the window, staring straight up at the boy in front of her.
“Who are you?” she asked him, confused. A dark mask covered his face, and the fact that she couldn’t see who he was seemed to make his presence even more frightening.
He said nothing, and did not move even an centimetre in response.
She looked up at him, and with a feeling of dread, realised that he must be dangerous – otherwise how would he have got into the house? Maybe he had broken in and downstairs her parents were lying – no. She couldn’t think that.

"Who are you?" she repeated, trying not to panic. Her parents must have let him into the house, right. Listening, she could hear no sounds coming from downstairs, nor had she heard the door open. Panicking, she began to cry; somehow knowing that something dreadful was about to occur. The boy stepped back as if startled, as she began to sob. Slowly he lifted his mask,his hazel eyes fixed on her.

"Don’t be scared," he said in a gravelly voice.
"Don’t be scared?" She raised an eyebrow – of course she was scared!
"I don’t want to hurt you, you know. I have a job to do. An… arrangement with the leaders of our good city." He laughed joylessly, then continued.
"You see, there is something that happens to every child of Fila when they turn sixteen. I can only tell you this because I am sure that by tomorrow you will no longer remember what I am telling you. And you should know, I don’t usually let people know what will happen." He frowned and looked away.

"What will happen?" she asked softly, as if now resigned to what may happen.
"Every memory you have will be wiped from your mind. You will know all the skills you possess, to read or write – but you won’t know how you learned, or who taught you. You won’t remember your friends or your family. I don’t know why this happens."
Jessica leaned back against the wall. "No. You can’t be serious. Why would they do that?"
The boy looked at her with what could have been interpreted as sympathy. "Perhaps they want utter control, or there is something going on around here. Does it matter?"
Her expression changed to one of grim determination. "I don’t believe you, you’re lying. You have to be!"
"Have you ever heard your parents talk about their childhood? Your teachers, do they ever mention their days as a student?"

The boy did not give her a chance to respond, but instead glanced at his watch.
"Right, it’s time to go." From his pocket, he took a pair of handcuffs, and attached them to her wrists deftly. Jessica, usually a kind,gentle girl began to swear as she struggled to escape. He pushed her out of the room and down the stairs.
"I suppose you have your memories- must be why you help them, right?" she hissed.

"Yes actually, it is." His iron grip softened, as he led her out of the house and pushed her into the back of a black van. He climbed into the front seat, pulling his mask back down as he did so and then the car drove away, not to return.

CHAPTER ONE (PARTIAL)

They told me to write this, to make sure that I would remember how to. The thing is, I can’t say anything about me or who I am. Perhaps that’s just as well.

Maybe you’ll invent some story to explain your life before, where you were ordinary – or even better; some hero saving lives. You’ll never have to see the truth. That perhaps this place isn’t just somewhere you are trapped; but the place that reveals who you really are. And I am a monster, for what I did. I could have stopped it all, but I didn’t try hard enough.

As a comfort, in the cells, we whisper that it was all their fault – but I alone know the reality. Sure Fela may not be the best places in the world, but it has taught me something which I hope you can cling to. Something that will remain after my memories are wiped. Always watch your back; you never know who will betray you. For me, it was the person I trusted the most…

A.N This is the prologue and the beginning of chapter one of my new story "Trapped In Your Mind". It is about a small country, where when you get to 16 your memories are wiped. This is to hide something that is happening in the country (revealed later). You can choose one word to hang on to, most people choose their name – but some choose something else. This is the story of a boy – and the word that is all he can recall when he awakes in a cell. "Freedom".

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PROLOGUE
The frigid night air made Jessica shiver as she stepped back from the window, staring straight up at the boy in front of her.
“Who are you?” she asked him, confused. A dark mask covered his face, and the fact that she couldn’t see who he was seemed to make his presence even more frightening.
He said nothing, and did not move even an centimetre in response.
She looked up at him, and with a feeling of dread, realised that he must be dangerous – otherwise how would he have got into the house? Maybe he had broken in and downstairs her parents were lying – no. She couldn’t think that.

"Who are you?" she repeated, trying not to panic. Her parents must have let him into the house, right. Listening, she could hear no sounds coming from downstairs, nor had she heard the door open. Panicking, she began to cry; somehow knowing that something dreadful was about to occur. The boy stepped back as if startled, as she began to sob. Slowly he lifted his mask,his hazel eyes fixed on her.

"Don’t be scared," he said in a gravelly voice.
"Don’t be scared?" She raised an eyebrow – of course she was scared!
"I don’t want to hurt you, you know. I have a job to do. An… arrangement with the leaders of our good city." He laughed joylessly, then continued.
"You see, there is something that happens to every child of Fila when they turn sixteen. I can only tell you this because I am sure that by tomorrow you will no longer remember what I am telling you. And you should know, I don’t usually let people know what will happen." He frowned and looked away.

"What will happen?" she asked softly, as if now resigned to what may happen.
"Every memory you have will be wiped from your mind. You will know all the skills you possess, to read or write – but you won’t know how you learned, or who taught you. You won’t remember your friends or your family. I don’t know why this happens."
Jessica leaned back against the wall. "No. You can’t be serious. Why would they do that?"
The boy looked at her with what could have been interpreted as sympathy. "Perhaps they want utter control, or there is something going on around here. Does it matter?"
Her expression changed to one of grim determination. "I don’t believe you, you’re lying. You have to be!"
"Have you ever heard your parents talk about their childhood? Your teachers, do they ever mention their days as a student?"

The boy did not give her a chance to respond, but instead glanced at his watch.
"Right, it’s time to go." From his pocket, he took a pair of handcuffs, and attached them to her wrists deftly. Jessica, usually a kind,gentle girl began to swear as she struggled to escape. He pushed her out of the room and down the stairs.
"I suppose you have your memories- must be why you help them, right?" she hissed.

"Yes actually, it is." His iron grip softened, as he led her out of the house and pushed her into the back of a black van. He climbed into the front seat, pulling his mask back down as he did so and then the car drove away, not to return.

CHAPTER ONE (PARTIAL)

They told me to write this, to make sure that I would remember how to. The thing is, I can’t say anything about me or who I am. Perhaps that’s just as well.

Maybe you’ll invent some story to explain your life before, where you were ordinary – or even better; some hero saving lives. You’ll never have to see the truth. That perhaps this place isn’t just somewhere you are trapped; but the place that reveals who you really are. And I am a monster, for what I did. I could have stopped it all, but I didn’t try hard enough.

As a comfort, in the cells, we whisper that it was all their fault – but I alone know the reality. Sure Fela may not be the best places in the world, but it has taught me something which I hope you can cling to. Something that will remain after my memories are wiped. Always watch your back; you never know who will betray you. For me, it was the person I trusted the most…
Well I am only 14 ;D

I am not in America now but my parents are and when we visit them we need to buy a car seat to use in their car so I can not physically check it myself and they are not technically competant enough to do it by their selves. I know the Highway Patrol stations will install them for you at no charge but first I need to purchase one. Please help.

I was wondering if other parents who use a wrap style baby carrier put it on before leaving the house and then just stick baby in when it is time to…or do you put it on right before using it, when you are already out and about?

Like a demon, straight out of hell. He walks up to you and asks you how he can become a Christian. Or what if the devil himself strolls into church and sits himself down next to you? What would you do? Would you turn them away? Could they get into heaven?
I ask because one of my friend’s parents are extremely religious, and won’t even watch Hellboy on grounds that he’s a demon, and I’m curious to know what you would do if an entity from hell wanted to go to heaven.
Dun dun dunnnnnnn!
Yeah, but the devil and demons of hell didn’t really die. They were just sort of put there…being angels and all…
So you’d just say no? You guys are mean!

It’s ok little demons, I’ll allow you to make mistakes. You can crash with me for a little while until you can get up on your feet.
So you’d just say no? You guys are mean!

It’s ok little demons, I’ll allow you to make mistakes. You can crash with me for a little while until you can get up on your feet.

If possible, give your answer on why parents SHOULD NOT be blame for their child’s safety. But if u have otherwise. That would do just well. I have an important debate end of this month and I need help.

Whoever gives the best answer with lost of point will be given 10 points

Hello! Thanks for taking time to read this question! Your input is greatly appreciated! I am 31 weeks pregnant with my second child and i have become facinated by the concept of baby wearing. I have looked at several sling and pouch style baby carriers but most of them seem to be made for average size parents. If anyone has a good reccomendation for a baby carrier made for plus size parents or maybe a pattern to make one i would appreciate it! Thanks again!

I am thinking about buying a 1974 Chevy Nova SS but my parents won’t let me get. It unless it either has air bags or they can be installed. Can they be installed?

I let my sitter take my 9 month old daughter somewhere today, but her 2006 H3 only had the LATCH system on the side seats. In the Britax book it says to use LATCH whenever possible, so we went ahead and installed it behind the front passenger seat with that seat all the way forward.
I did of course install the versa-tether under the front seat too. I guess Im nervous since I have always put my daughter in the middle except the one time she was sick and I needed to be able to see her, but we dont have LATCH in our truck.
Anyone else end up doing this?
Now both of my parents are literally freaking out that I let our responsible 25 year old sitter take my daughter somewhere. They think she is going to kidnap her. AND they are ticked that she is on the side seat…
Matt’s Mommy, good point. Yeah the age thing is irrelevant, considering Im 24 and hubby is 26. They just worry that she’ll take off with her. This sitter loves my daughter, but she is great with us and is even trying to hook me up with another mom she sits for. I have work contacts, and a page of references. Still, my mother is calling me every 10 minutes "Nobody picked up the house phone yet, where are they?" (they probably just left)

I personally love them but I just wanted to know what other parents thought of them.

I put them on my 3 year old twins but I once had a lady comment to me that I was mean and treating my child like a dog.

I personally think they are excellent. I think that they are a good way to allow toddlers some freedom but keep them safe from getting lost, hurt, or even kidnapped. I feel that people who love their dogs do it for the same reasons because they love them and don’t want them hurt. What’s wrong with that?
People act as though I am hooking them up around their necks. Also unless you have children and keep your nasty comments to yourself. Most of you who are leaving nasty remarks probably don’t have children and if you do then you must not love them enough to make sure they don’t get hurt or lost. Plus Twins are even harder than one to keep track of!

I’ve bought a couple of strollers, but plan on selling. I have recently bought a Valco Orion stroller now that my 7 1/2 mo daughter has great control with sitting. Just wondering what you parents use with your kids!