-Torri chose formula.
-I like disposable diapers.
-I take Torri in public, to amusement parks and restaurants.
-I let her taste my ice crem.
-I let people hold and play with her.
-When we go for a walk and I see someone smoking, I don’t yell at them.
-Sometimes she just has tantrums. I let her cry it out.
-When she falls down, she falls down. In fact the first time she rolled, she rolled right off my bed onto a pile of clean laundry. I picked her up, kissed her better, and she went back to rolling around.
-I put the carseat in the shopping cart . (I make sure it’s secure first.)
-She plays with my keys.
-I put her in her own bed, in her own room.
-She listens to music. Like, Beatles and Elvis. Also she listens to Elton John (a gay guy), Coheed and Cambria, Muse, and country music.
-I haven’t a chosen religion for her.
-I introduce her to animals.
-I do what I think is best for her. Based on my instinct. My heart. Not what I hear from the peanut gallery, not from the latest news story. My parenting, is done by me.