Newborn Summer Baby Boy Outfits

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This adorable coconut tree print outfit is perfect for hot summer days when you want your little one to look stylish and feel comfortable. The elastic sun print shorts and soft cotton t-shirt combo will keep your baby boy cool and happy. Are you stocking up for the summer months with cute and practical outfits for your newborn? submitted by /u/Primary_Concert_1045 to r/WEYGSHOP [link] [comments]

My son is 4. I have never cut his hair. He has all the original hair since birth …. Well …. All the hair that stuck around and all the hair that grew out to replace the newborn hair that fell out naturally. 😁 He has this beautiful lite golden brown hair that has these beautiful soft curls. When he wears it down, I swear it bounces when he runs …. Like it is defying gravity. I adore it. Yes, he has been mistaken for a girl. But I don’t make a big deal out of it. Most of the time I just smile and mention he is actually a boy and I fully admit, “I just don’t want to cut his hair. It’s too beautiful!” I sometimes even mention that I know the second I cut his hair, those curls may be gone forever. Soooo many other moms even agreed to this fact, mentioning their own kids either never got their baby curls back or they didn’t come back till 10+ years later. I didn’t even cut my oldest daughter’s hair until it was the summer before she started Kindergarten. And she was mistaken for a boy when she was a baby plenty of times and wasn’t wearing a typical “girlie” outfit. With my son, I stood my ground a lot with the grand parents giving me a hard time about it. Half was teasing, half was their misogynistic ideas on what boys should look like. I know he is a boy. The important people in our lives and his friends know he is a boy. I don’t need to convince strangers of it. I would also rather him be a part of the choice when it comes to cutting his hair. And I honestly don’t like any of the “typical boy hair cuts”. I have nothing against them. And this is not me saying I don’t like YOUR kids hair cut. I just don’t see my son having that hair cut and rocking it as much as he does rocks his long locks right now. And I can’t find a good cut or style that would still allow for length that could look good. Sorry I just needed to rant and vent a bit. I feel like the only people who won’t leave it alone are the boomer grand dads. He loves his hair. I love his hair. I’m not going to let society shame me into cutting his hair when it’s not necessary. submitted by /u/SouthParkTaughtMe to r/Mommit [link] [comments]

Hi !! I’m expecting a baby boy due 1st August. I’m struggling to know how much to buy for him clothes wise? He’s currently measuring quite big, and midwives have been shocked by his size so not going heavy on tiny baby stuff. As he’s due in the middle of summer, what clothes or outfits will I need and how many? I’ve got around 20 full length baby grows in 0-3m and maybe 10-15 in vests same size. Will I need anything else? Any must haves ie cardigans, hats etc? Thanks in advance xx submitted by /u/OkEntrance3625 to r/UKParenting [link] [comments]

And it took me far too many months to notice. I’m terrified of what happens when the baby comes, any day now. But if you think incestuous trickery must be the dire crux of my story, I’d suggest not reading any farther. The true horror is far more twisted than that. As for how things got this far, I was rather glacial on the uptake. Simple as that. For some backstory, I never knew my father. My mother reared me alone, and she was kind; or no less than fair, at any rate. I suffered no abuse as a child, which may surprise you, but that isn’t to say I had a conventional upbringing. Mum enjoyed, shall we say, an offbeat hobby. As far as I’m aware, my friends’ mothers weren’t prone to disappearing into the woods at night and returning outfitted with mud, leaves, and sometimes sheer strips of bark atop her pyjamas. My mother and I grew up around Pendle, and she was deeply fascinated by the witch trials of 1612. Fascinated isn’t the right word, even; she was obsessed, and unhealthily so. In fact, the only time my otherwise-kind mother ever slightly troubled me was during a conversation about the witches. The one witch, she would often correct. There was only ever one. Now, my mum didn’t raise a hand to me that day, when I showed disinterest in the Pendle witch. Didn’t even raise her voice. Rather, what haunted me were the words she chose. “You’re not hungry enough, Liam.” She sounded disappointed. I settled myself by thinking, Mum only wants me to follow in her footsteps; figuratively and literally, I suppose, because shortly thereafter she started trying to coax me into accompanying her on those midnight strolls into the forest. I always declined, but I often wonder what I would have seen, had I ever gone with her. I wonder and fear. In spite of all that, my mother’s disappointment was never palpable; always burgeoning beneath a veneer of compassion. I sensed that, and it frightened me. But still, she wasn’t ever verbally or physically abusive. Call it intuition. I knew I hadn’t lived up to her expectations, and that she was probably cross about it. As I would learn, all was far worse than I feared. I eventually moved to university and met a girl named Millie. Life took its expected course from there. We got degrees, an apartment, and married. Despite my unusual upbringing, I turned out to be an ordinary man. Of course, I worried about Mum, living all alone in the countryside. I knew what the gossiping townsfolk had to say about her woodland walks; she’d been spotted by neighbours once or twice. But she was happy, and that was enough for me. It was in the summer of 2024 that everything changed. My 74-year-old mother, who had been impressively keen of mind and body, was found wandering the streets of Pendle with not a single item of clothing on body. She was covered top to toe in forest filth and blood; an animal’s blood, police officers assured Millie and me, but I recall how uneasy their faces were. A doctor quickly diagnosed my mother with dementia. “But she was perfectly lucid when we visited her just last week,” Millie said. He nodded. “Well, we think she may have suffered a mini stroke. That can trigger a very sudden onset of dementia. I’m sorry.” My wife and I struggled to adjust after that. I think it might’ve broken Millie’s heart to see me lose my one surviving family member; not even to death, but to a callous disease. I was only 38 years old, for crying out loud. Shortly after, it happened. The body-swap. The most horrible part is that I don’t know exactly when. I’d love to say my wife noticeably “changed”, but I’m a moron who didn’t notice. Looking back now, of course, I see the signs. The terrible signs. In January of this year, Millie wafted about the positive pregnancy test triumphantly, and changes followed. Sure. I noticed that much. But I now realise I might’ve mistaken some of those changes for ordinary hormonal ones. Any time Millie didn’t seem quite herself, I blamed the pregnancy. I overlooked so many of the odd things she said about, or to, our child. “I just know he’s going to be so, so hungry.” “Nearly time to ascend, little one.” “Not long now. Not long until you replace Papa.” That last one stung, of course; by virtue of being hurtful, rather than haunting. And the other utterances? I chalked them up to Millie’s sleep deprivation. Heaven knows I was tired too. We all say and do peculiar things when we’ve not slept, and it seemed no great stretch of the imagination that pregnancy hormones would compound that. This explanation sufficed for months. It was yesterday, whilst visiting my mother in the care home, that I finally learnt the truth. She’d been rapidly deteriorating and didn’t even recognise Millie or me anymore. My own mother, once a sage and well-educated woman, struggled to string together the most barebones of sentences. She struggled to recall even events from two minutes prior. Not last night. Last night was different. “Liam…” My eyes must’ve glinted with gleeful tears. It was the first time in about four months my mother had used my name. She recognised me. I shuffled my chair over to hers. Mum barely looked like herself: 75 years old, but may as well have been 90; ankles red and swollen, yet not so much as that distended belly; white hairs shedding like autumnal foliage. And typically, as horrid as it seems, the only thing I would truly note was her haggard appearance. This evening, it would be her words. “M… Millie…” “You remember her too? Wow… Millie’s at home, I’m afraid, Mum. She has to take it easy now. Not long until the baby comes, but—” She interrupted with a gasp of horror, reacting violently to that revelation. I’d mentioned a thousand times that Millie and I were expecting our first child, but this was the first time my mother appeared to have registered it. The resulting tears were thick and hurried, and my distraught mother rattled her head from side to side as she snatched my hands. “Liam. It’s me.” I maintained that condescendingly soft smile. “I know, Mum.” “No… It’s Millie.” She lifted one of her hands and jabbed the thumb at herself. “Millie.” I frowned. I was well-accustomed with the delusions of those with dementia, but this was certainly a new one: a woman believing herself to be her son’s wife. Mum’s grasp of reality was once again tenuous. Nice while it lasted, I thought. “Maybe I should come back tomorrow,” I said. “It’s getting late, and you sound over-tired, so—” She gripped my hand tightly and looked at me with scorched eyes. “2008, Liam. You. Me. The dumpster around the back of the graduation hall. You called it a ‘good luck fuck’ before we collected our diplomas, and…” Her eyes clouded, as did my mind in the midst of processing what she had just said. “Who are you, sir? Get out of my room!” Gone again was Mum. No… I trembled. Not Mum— Millie. Are you out of your mind? was my next thought as I leapt out my chair. I just might be… But think about it. Nobody else knows about our fumble on graduation day. Unless Millie told Mum, but she wouldn’t do that in a million years. The embarrassment would kill them both. I backed out of the room, looking into the sad eyes of the dementia-riddled woman, and found myself believing something horrible. Impossible. Millie was trapped in that body. She was being deconstructed piece by piece as that diseased brain, in which her displaced mind now unwillingly resided, shut down. Neurons were severed like mooring lines, leaving Millie’s soul a sinking boat; adrift in that sickly and infirm ocean of grey matter. My wife herself was stuck in that decaying body, perhaps half-aware of what was happening from time to time, and most certainly terrified at all times. There were other explanations, but I just knew I was staring at Millie. Much as I had always known something was amiss during my childhood, my adulthood, and the pregnancy. As I drove home, needle on the gauge curving far past the speed limit, the implications of it all brought me close to driving the car into one of the birches lining the road. Is my mother in my wife’s body? When we conceived the baby, was that Millie or… I didn’t have the answer then, and I don’t have the answer now. I don’t want the answer. But none of this was beyond the realm of believability, because I had long known of the supernatural. I would watch from my bedroom window as my mother returned from the forest at two in the morning, bringing back more than dirt and worms. Bringing back something from the woods; possession of new knowledge or some untoward presence. Something not of our dimensional plane. In fact, I felt it in my very bones, though I pretended otherwise. It was never that something had been wrong with my mother. Something had always been wrong with me. I finally accepted this as I pulled into my driveway and looked up at the lit upstairs window. Fear thundered through my brain; pricked, and poked, and prodded the insides of my skull. Not just fear of ‘Millie’, that black silhouette observing me from between the ajar drapes. Fear of the memory that had returned to me. I was 4 years old. I woke to the sound of my mother pacing the upstairs landing. She was talking to someone. Something. I always thought it had been nothing but a nightmare. I mean, it was a nightmare. Not all nightmares are dreams, I suppose. “The boy’s not what you promised, Old One. He’s not hungry, even though I did everything right…” Something whispered back to my mother, too imperceptibly to hear. “What? No. I’m tired of waiting. It’s been four years and nothing. NOTHING!” More whispering from that other voice. “I am more loyal to you than any of the others! You have to choose Liam. He was supposed to devour me… He was supposed to devour everyone!” I shook off that old memory and brought the car to a halt in the driveway. As I did, the upstairs bedroom light switched off, and Millie disappeared into the darkness. Not Millie… Mum. I spent my last dreg of courage getting out of the car and stumbling towards the house, nearly dropping my house keys as I went. And when I opened the front door, I almost expected to be greeted by an empty hallway. Expected my mother-wife to have fled upon my arrival. It paralysed me with horror to find her instead standing in the black entryway, hands stroking her belly. What I find truly horrible is that she could have so easily put me at ease. Continued fuelling the lie, so I would forget the oddness at the care home. Continued pretending to be Millie. She needed only to, I don’t know, speak or act as she had been; needed only to dismiss any concerns I might voice. But— “I need you to be calm, Leelee,” she said. I hurled my guts onto the carpet, vomit drowning my scream of both revulsion and indescribable terror. It was my mother in Millie’s body. Mum called me Leelee when I was little. Did Millie know that? Maybe. But there were also the mannerisms to consider. The smile worn on my wife’s face was that of my mother. Besides, there was no world in which my dementia-addled mother and my loving wife would concoct a practical joke such as this. “When Little Liam Jr enters the world, this will all be over,” my mother said as she took strides towards me. “Isn’t that what you want, son? Aren’t you tired of living a half-life?” I tried to get out words, but my brain was out of operation; and my feet were much the same, as I managed only to stagger back out of the doorway and down the front path, pursued by my mother in my wife’s skin. As she stepped into the streetlight which bathed our front lawn and path, I was overcome by a deeper dread. Whatever my mother had done to herself, transferring souls from one body to another, had made her less than human. I saw it in her eyes. Felt it in her voice. The true terror was whatever the Old One had made of her; or unmade. I whimpered as her flesh rippled, as did the bulge of her stomach through the thin top she wore. What are you? I wanted to ask, but I remained too horrified to speak. That thing was closing the gap between us hurriedly, walking with great pace as I floundered and stumbled backwards. “You don’t want to ascend, do you?” she asked, extending a hand towards my chest. With the lightest of shoves, yet abnormal might, my mother-wife toppled me. My head and hands struck the paving slabs, grazing my skin and leaving bloody streaks across my flesh. I worked my lips; opened and closed them, but all that came were more dribbles of vomit, as if I were some ailed goldfish. “You still could ascend, Liam,” Mother-Wife said as she approached me: the man reduced to a boy as he shuffled backwards on hands and hind. “All you have to do is consume me. All you have to do is become what she has always wanted you to be. The power has always been in your hands, my boy.” I managed to twist my head towards my car, and that inhuman horror didn’t stop me as I began to scuttle towards it on hands and knees, too nauseated and terrified to summon the strength to stand. My mother-wife continued, “The chosen one must consume both parents to reach its potential. You understand that, don’t you? Our Little Liam Jr will devour us, then the world.” I thumbed the unlock button on my car keys, threaded my fingers through the door handle, and finally managed to pull myself upright, just in time to scream. In the reflection of the side window, I saw my mother-wife had soundlessly appeared right behind me. Next: searing pain as her fingers dug into my neck, drawing yet more blood, and she spun me to face her. “The Old One is inside you!” she growled in a voice unlike her own; unlike Millie; unlike anything human. “You’ve felt her rummaging around in that mind of yours since you were a boy, surely? Let her in. Let her rise again.” I cried, and she snarled, pinning me firmly against the door with a vice-like grip. Whatever supernatural horror stood before me, no longer my mother or my wife, it was a terror beyond worlds and farther still beyond compare. “You’re weak. Have been since you devoured your father as a newborn babe.” Not true. It couldn’t be true. I still refuse to believe it. “I begged you to finish the job. To devour me too. The fawn ascends only when it eats the stag and the doe. But you couldn’t do it… I pray Liam Jr will succeed where you have failed. He is close now, my son… He…” My mother-wife groaned and released my throat to clutch her stomach, then the two of us looked down in unison. Looked down at her belly. At her lower section. Water stained my wife’s trousers. A wretched smile stained my wife’s face. Free from her grip at last, I tore open the side door and shut it behind me, before launching myself across to the driver’s seat. I fumbled with the button to lock all doors, eventually pressing it after a few clumsy and misjudged stabs. Worst of all, my mother-wife did not lunge for the passenger door. She simply stood, and watched, and laughed as I fumbled about, put the vehicle into reverse, and pulled off the driveway. She let me escape. No matter how far I drive, and I’ve already driven so far, she’ll find me. Then she’ll pray to the Old One that our child devours the two of us. That our child ascends. And that’s when the true apocalyptic terror, whatever it may be, will come for us all. God save us. I’ll make a prayer of my own: that Liam Jr turns out to be as weak as his father. submitted by /u/Theeaglestrikes to r/nosleep [link] [comments]

1.It’s been a few weeks since we checked in to the Stewart’s studio lot but the only thing that has changed is Layla’s smile. Despite the best efforts of her parents to keep her a perpetual toddler, Layla is growing up and shedding teeth. They seize the moment and create as much content as they can including setting up a hidden camera in Layla’s room to catch her as she wakes up. Good luck trying to find the line these parents won’t cross, if there is one… it is in constant motion. They have 20 million views on their backyard makeover reel which should be enough to allow them to relax for a bit, but there are no days off with this bunch. They have cameras, lighting and boom microphones all over their house and so many cords running everywhere that Evan ends up using a backup camera bc someone tripped over one of his pro camera cords and broke the entire port. While they scrape around looking for content they decide to feature a vlog showing a bit of behind the scenes. It is beyond obvious that the kids are thrown in front of the TV while mom and dad sit around editing whatever they have filmed. They are also both filming these days as we get Carlin’s viewpoint on her IG and Evan’s viewpoint on YouTube. Because they are so engrossed in their cameras they are forever taking a wrong turn, going in a wrong door or…buying the wrong item. They try to make it seem comical, but these are grown folks just bumbling along. They have VBS at their church and get new carpet installed upstairs. Ellie, Addee and Warden come over to do the heavy lifting bc Evan is always, always “editing”…. He even shows us him hiding out in his car, away from his family to “edit”. At VBS Layla has a starring roll as… JEZEBEL. Carlin and Evan think this is absolutely wonderful and film Layla at the front of the class playing up to the camera. I think that VBS teacher may have a seriously sarcastic streak. In the VBS finale, per usual, Layla doesn’t know the words or the motions to the songs and mainly just grins for mommy’s camera. Carlin is 33 weeks pregnant and having to take heprin shots twice a day and visit the OB 2 times a week. She also needs iron infusions and says she is exhausted but… Evan is still skipping town for a birthday boys only cruise. At one of the doctor’s visits they weigh the kids and Zade is heavier than Layla… she isn’t happy about this, but Carlin assures her that it’s fabulous and just how things should be bc he is a BOY. They are sticking to their story that they don’t know the gender of the new baby and Evan is struggling trying to pretend to be interested in any part of this pregnancy. In between selling every single item she touches, Carlin pushes her audience to guess on gender, and give her names. They share tons of pool content, including Layla modeling with her legs in the air on a pool chaise and of course there’s a crap ton of golf content that they are committed to making folks care about. They take the kids to Top Golf after stopping at the store to buy Layla her own clubs. Zade gets nothing while Layla gets the clubs, a hat… and all of the camera time. Once at Top Golf, Layla has to point out to these 2 hapless fools that they have purchased left handed clubs for her… their right handed daughter. The video gets a heavy edit while Layla has her meltdown, and picks back up when the siblings decide to act like angels again. Layla learns how to put her hair in a ponytail AND the script AI wrote for her about it, so Carlin films her showing that off and princess needs some work at not OVERacting. They are gifted a huge 3 seater stroller so they will be able to wheel around the money makers and still have plenty of room for all of their camera equipment. The family is off to Nashville to visit Evan’s family who they have not seen in months. I hope NeNe has her hair did and her face on bc any visit from the Stew Crew means she is on deck as supporting actress in their fairytale. 2.Katie Clarke continues to struggle holding together her many brand partnerships and product endorsement deals while her husband has mysteriously shape-shifted from wanna be Christian pop star to nursing student seemingly overnight. She’s having to edit, sell, post and care for 2 children all alone and that just doesn’t happen in fundie land. She shares lots of old footage from Baby Will’s first birthday and then gets a super exciting Costco membership. She slings links for everything she buys and in between exploits her kids. Travis takes a break from “studying” long enough to film Hailey recording a song using their long forgotten podcast equipment. He uploads it and plays it in the car for Katie with Hailey front and center for the camera. She’s a born influencer bc she already knows her lines, her marks, and just how to get the internet aunties reaction. Sadly, this reel doesn’t perform as well as when they dressed her up as a mermaid. I guess no matter how hard he tries… Travis just can’t break into the music world. Katie is selling clothes like crazy and wants you to buy her $110 jeans and $80 dresses. She’s also selling several different energy drinks and powders and Travis is promoting car wash products. GiGi sends a big present for Hailey and they put together a toddler tower for her so that they can get her tall enough for those kitchen filming sessions. Hailey has to sell those $500 charm bracelets again and Katie lies and says she never takes it off. She also has to pretend to like that God cartoon so mommy gets a check, but she is very obviously clueless as to what it is. Trying to find content, they head to downtown Knoxville for ice cream and Katie is selling a $160 bathing suit. Harvey turns 10 months old, even though it feels like the kid has been around forever. I wonder if he has his SAG card yet. Travis’ brother Mike and his wife Devin have their baby and name him Cade. I guess one fundie Cade wasn’t enough. Millions of names in this world…millions….and these folks keep using the same names over and over. Travis gets his first pair of scrubs in and Katie films him wearing them while tying his shoes…tie them tight Travis… don’t want to trip while you are running away…. 3.Josie Balka is now the mother of a 6 year old at 25 years old. For Willow’s 6th birthday, she gets her ears pierced… along with her 4 year old sister AND her mommy. That’s right, everyone gets new earrings and gets filmed while it is happening of course. Josie’s marketing team has decided it is now time for her to lean in to her pregnancy so we get lots of what she calls “drafts” from her first trimester. This is all a carefully calculated marketing plan to separate her content from the 40 other pregnant family members. She films herself casually lying in bed with no makeup and tells us how absolutely awful she feels bc she just doesn’t have the energy to curl her hair and slather on her usual quart of face paint. While Josie is busy editing/hiding in her bathroom/spinning her hair onto a pool noodle, Hazel saws off almost every inch of hair on her head. I don’t mean just a little snip… I mean inches of hair are gone. Every bang that ever strayed onto her little forehead has been whacked. The child was obviously left unattended for quite some time to achieve this level of mess. Before Kelton gets home, Josie is able to seize the moment, capture the content, and stick a bow on Hazel’s head. Kelton picks Josie up so that they can film together at the doctor’s office. He feels her up in the elevator while she coos into the camera and then shows everyone her urine sample and records her doctor, most likely without her permission. Even though Josie was the sickest pregnant woman ever, she somehow still managed to make it to the Jesus Gym and we see so many workout shots. Just over and over, her moving her camera around so she can stick her God honoring butt out and film herself. Back at the homestead Kelton is paying an ounce of attention to the girls by making perfume, so Josie films it all and sticks it in between ads for pots and pans, online groceries, energy powder, makeup and tutorials for the heatless curler she just won’t let go of. She is heading off on a girls trip to Florida and lets us all know that Kelton made her breakfast, the girls gave her gifts and it all just made her cry. It didn’t make her cancel her flight though, and she heads off with the same crew she always hangs with. Here’s to 26… may it bring a new McMansion… and an IUD. 4.Late summer in the swamplands of Florida is miserable and who better to portray that misery than mean ole Alyssa Webster. She’s whiling the days away doing the same old, same old. Filtering pictures of flowers, clouds, coffee and her kids. The only Webster that hasn’t learned the forced smile for the camera is Rhett. He consistently makes a stinky face and I am here for it. Lexi gets a stand-alone post for completing a summer reading challenge sponsored by the second lady. Alyssa slaps tags all over it of the VP, his wife and the White House. I’m sure they are all personal friends. Rhett gets called up to star in one of mom’s reels to try and up her engagement so she can get a brand deal. She smears whipped cream on his face and then pretends that he stole her coffee that is in a cup with a lid on it. Ah, the hijinks and the humor are just unreal (truly). While lounging by her pool, Alyssa treats everyone to a q and a where she speaks in a disassociated, monotone voice about the horrors of being a parent. She says she keeps her children in year round school because otherwise she would lose her marbles and they would expect to, you know, DO things and GO places and she can’t be having all of that. She says she is thinking of taking to YouTube to film a tutorial about homeschooling. What… she’s gonna demonstrate how to power on the DVD and place the headphones on each child? We see Allie, who is supposedly in 6th grade, cutting out scraps of paper with safety scissors and then Alyssa says she misses the fall weather in Tennessee. You know you can go back, right ‘Lyss?? She also shows off her grocery pickup which features off brand junk and one small head of broccoli. Maci is throwing a temper tantrum in the background and you can hear Sistermom Allie handling that. She posts picture after picture of the girls in their bathing suits, swimming in the pool. You just know that thing doubles as their bath tub. John is nowhere to be seen and Alyssa says he works long hours. I bet some of those hours are at the ball field, and some are spent hiding in his truck, parked on a back road. Warden and Ellie come by for a visit to lighten the mood a bit and Alyssa gets a promo box from a pizza chain. It includes a gift card that she immediately cashes in. 5.Zach and Whitney are still on their “influencer as career” path. Homeboy hasn’t mentioned a house sale in months and months and Whitney is back to selling everything in her house. If they send her a package, she will shill it. Zach is still trying to cook but everything is covered in gravy or cheese… or both…even though he says he is on a diet and shows himself walking on a treadmill. Whitney stops in to the boutique and answers questions while flicking her hands all over the place and talking at the speed of sound. She says Zach loves low rise jeans. Couple that with the French tip manicure we know he also loves and… well… yea, they are stuck in 2006. Zach is constantly outside sweating over that flat top grill and a few times he seems to confuse his sweat mop with his hand drying towel… and man, it’s a lot. They get a new set of luggage that they want you to buy and that means a brand sponsored trip is coming. This time they scored Universal tickets and a stay at some resort near the park that no one can pronounce. They both go to great pains to explain why the 3 littles are being left at home with Aunt Ellie instead of telling us the real reason… which is that Universal gave them 4 passes. They eek out the content from this 3 day get away to make it seem that they are in Florida for a full week, but the dates they show and the clothes they wear give it away. Whitney says over and over that they are making core memories with their oldest kids who are quickly outgrowing these types of things. Their children are 9 and 10 so they have a ways to go. She films the entire trip including swimming underwater and stops at gas stations and Brad and Kaci work hard to earn the few rides they get to go on. They are careful not to show any Harry Potter and stick to mainly How To Train Your Dragon which is apparently somewhat fundie approved. Zach says he saw all of his Florida family while they were in town, but even though they show us everything… we don’t see the first picture with Erin, Alyssa or Jackson. I can’t explain enough how much these two are selling. They sell toiletries and home goods and clothes and kitchen prep and vitamins and hair care and curriculum and games and toys and furniture and food and restaurants and prepackaged food and car stuff… they are truly a WalMart… a rolling 30 second ad. In between the selling they are heavily exploiting Khloe and Lilly…their 2 youngest girls. Khloe is filmed licking batter from a spoon and Lilly is promoted as adoring her big brother Bradley. Bradley is obviously a full time brothermom these days. Zach attempts to cook another chicken dish for his vlog but he screws it up within the first ten seconds, and then talks about the screw up throughout the video. He says he can’t hardly watch his first few vlogs because he has improved so much since then. Um, sir… please point out the improvement. 6.Trace and Lydia are really feeling the effects of being sidelined by a newborn. They have had to resort to squeaking out 2 entire vlogs focused on Lydia having wisdom teeth removed. Trace is over excited for Lydia to be all loopy after surgery so that he can ask her questions…. Sadly, she’s an overtired mom and does nothing but sleep. For hours. And hours. This leaves Trace to call in Kelly Joe for backup, but she isn’t up for starring in a wisdom tooth removal vlog and mostly just sits on the couch and pats Lydia’s arm. She does come in clutch by instructing a clueless Trace to get Lydia some ice packs… and then she’s gone. Kelly doesn’t do caretaking. That’s what Michael (or Callie) is for. Lydia does make a few reels in her tiny bathroom putting on her makeup and takes Ryker to Marshall’s to buy a scooter so he can terrorize Maui and ram it into their tiny house walls. She praises Trace for being so helpful, and we see him folding clothes and caring for Ryker. It’s really just rinse and repeat with these 2 these days. They haven’t ventured far although Trace promises that “fun” is coming very soon. He pretends to drink some powdered greens that are sponsoring their vlog and heads out to golf with Evan. Trace is wearing white pants and Evan is wearing a hot pink hat and an outfit featuring hot pink details. The 2 of them together are quite a site. Trace has lost a ton of weight and is skinnier than he has ever been. Lydia is also working out like crazy and it doesn’t appear she was ever pregnant. Lydia’s family has kept Ryker and Kaia a ton while she recovers from her infection and this wisdom tooth surgery. Trace takes Ryker over to Carlin’s to swim in the pool and then heads to Costco… the new fundie hot spot with Kellie Joe. Kaia Bates better start doing something soon or this ship is really going to sink. It’s no wonder Trace is back to police work and taking night classes. 7.Michael and Brandon started the year hoping to be vloggers and hit it big, but becoming foster parents has definitely sidelined that plan. They can’t show the children on their social media, so Michael is relegated to featuring pictures of flowers, water and bugs. She did share posts from Baby Will’s first birthday weeks after the fact and she has the foster baby in a carrier, wearing him. Lawson actually did a good job editing the party content so the 2 little boys can’t be seen at the actual party. You can see Michael giving the baby a bottle while Will opens his gifts. The children have been with them for a while now and they have been super tight lipped about what is happening with them currently. Meanwhile, they haven’t had a new vlog in about a month. 8.Erin and Chad were getting low on money, so he allowed her to return to social media once again. During a q and a she shows off her chore charts and homeschooling charts which feature lots of Bible time and piano lessons, praises Chad for waiting on her hand and foot (what the heck else does he have to do) and says Tori is her BFF (surprise, surprise). She says she enjoyed a visit with her parents in July… they must have been in town for Jackson’s baby’s birth, but doesn’t see them enough. She takes to YouTube with a sourdough bread tutorial that is supposed to feature Carles. After about 2 minutes of standing beside mom while she does everything, he disappears and she takes over. This bread making thing has about 89 steps and takes several days, but she is committed and does it on repeat. Erin grinds her own wheat, y’all. That’s right… $65 per pound bulk wheat is being shipped to the Florida compound and she grinds it using a $300 mill (thanks homeschool scholarship). She and Chad head to an ultrasound appointment for baby Henry, then out to eat and… you guessed it… to Costco. Back at home she shows off a ton of new baby items that she says were given to her by a “friend”. The handouts never stop with these folks. Erin is shilling for an organic makeup line founded by a fundamentalist and then she thanks Tikky for sending clothes for her children. What that woman, Tikky, gets out of this I will never understand. Tori and family show up at the Paine rental for a week of tempered fun and fellowship. They head to the deserted clay beach where the kids try not to be weighed down by the tremendous amounts of clay and salty water sticking to their clothes and Bobby runs around chasing a ball like an untrained dog. Back in the subdivision all 11 kids terrorize the golf course and the neighborhood while Erin smiles and films. She happily shows off Carles’ artwork. He is taking lessons from another fundie mom and the work looks like…an average ten year old using crayons and markers drawing animals. There’s nothing gallery worthy here, but if she oohs and aahs over it enough, maybe folks will believe it is. Tori doesn’t seem to be with child right this moment but it’s hard to tell as she literally runs from the camera. Later, the entire Paine crew except for baby William load up and head to an ultrasound store to see new baby Henry. Addee is along to film the experience, but the cord is in front of the baby’s face and so the 5 little kids sit stoically, clueless as to what they are looking at. Erin decides to gift the world with her chore and school charts as free downloads. She shows how to laminate it using the machine (thanks homeschool scholarship) and extolls the virtues of the magical chart. This thing is just squares on a piece of paper that anyone can make and not end up on her fundie mailing list where she sends you Chad Paine’s Godly musings every week. 9.Trying to follow Lawson and Tiffany is next to impossible. They post both from the past and the present and are both in Nashville and California at the same time. It makes their content seem dicey when one minute Tiffy is stomping on her kitchen table wearing a colander on her head and the next she is swimming in her pool in sunny California. She’s making references to Lawson being featured on the “red flag guy’s” TikTok while boarding a plane and then also calling her kid 9 months old while celebrating his first birthday. It’s just a mish mash mess. A broad overview is that they badly want to be sitcom characters featured on a Christian TV channel with the average age of viewers being 60-89. Whenever they drop a vlog, it gets over 100,000 views, and Lawson says they have 120,000 subscribers so someone appreciates this junk, it just isn’t me. They have the worst ClickBate titles to their vlogs, and love to confuse folks so they ask questions, and drive up engagement. Funny enough, they have sponsors for every vlog, but Tiffy doesn’t shill stuff like all of the other Bates. Truly they must have a money tree in the backyard….probably why Duke the dog isn’t allowed back there. They share a vlog of Will’s birthday party held a few weeks before he actually turned one. They rented a pony to walk around in their backyard where they also now have chickens. I don’t know who cares for the dog OR the chickens, because they are never home. The party had a good many unknown guests and all of the Tennessee family besides Carlin showed up. They also drop a vlog from Tiffy’s 9 week ultrasound where Lawson is still talking about twins. Hopefully he now shuts up about that. They seem uncomfortable when they are together. Tiffy can’t talk about anything except the fact that she is pregnant again. It really would be a shock to any normal person, but she is far from normal. In real time they drive from Nashville to Rocky Top to take Callie out to eat for her sweet 16 birthday. Callie is Tiffy’s BFF and number one babysitter. I’m sure Kelly Joe appreciated having to put in zero effort. 10.Bits and Bytes… After putting their entire stock on sale for 40% off, the BSB is hosting yet another Cash and Carry to try and unload inventory. The Magic clothing show in Vegas is coming up… will BSB attend this year??...Kelly Joe wishes Lawson a happy 33rd birthday. Says he never has a bad thing to say about anyone and thanks him for treating her to the Alaska trip….Evan is shilling his $400 water machine again. The Stewarts now own 2…Kelly Joe shares Kelton’s latest plumbing ad that features his fleet of trucks. Kelton is big money and she’d like to stay in his good graces…Erin is having iron infusions just like Carlin. Crazy how they are pregnant at the exact same time and there is zero crossover…Kelly wishes Cambree a happy 3rd birthday in her very own post. She doesn’t have to share a post like Willow and Will…she also posts for Callie’s 16th birthday and says she motivates her to be a better person and she loves that she hands out tracts. Wonder if they are Rodrigues Family tracts??? Hope everyone is doing well and enjoying the last days of summer! 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1.It’s been a few weeks since we checked in to the Stewart’s studio lot but the only thing that has changed is Layla’s smile. Despite the best efforts of her parents to keep her a perpetual toddler, Layla is growing up and shedding teeth. They seize the moment and create as much content as they can including setting up a hidden camera in Layla’s room to catch her as she wakes up. Good luck trying to find the line these parents won’t cross, if there is one… it is in constant motion. They have 20 million views on their backyard makeover reel which should be enough to allow them to relax for a bit, but there are no days off with this bunch. They have cameras, lighting and boom microphones all over their house and so many cords running everywhere that Evan ends up using a backup camera bc someone tripped over one of his pro camera cords and broke the entire port. While they scrape around looking for content they decide to feature a vlog showing a bit of behind the scenes. It is beyond obvious that the kids are thrown in front of the TV while mom and dad sit around editing whatever they have filmed. They are also both filming these days as we get Carlin’s viewpoint on her IG and Evan’s viewpoint on YouTube. Because they are so engrossed in their cameras they are forever taking a wrong turn, going in a wrong door or…buying the wrong item. They try to make it seem comical, but these are grown folks just bumbling along. They have VBS at their church and get new carpet installed upstairs. Ellie, Addee and Warden come over to do the heavy lifting bc Evan is always, always “editing”…. He even shows us him hiding out in his car, away from his family to “edit”. At VBS Layla has a starring roll as… JEZEBEL. Carlin and Evan think this is absolutely wonderful and film Layla at the front of the class playing up to the camera. I think that VBS teacher may have a seriously sarcastic streak. In the VBS finale, per usual, Layla doesn’t know the words or the motions to the songs and mainly just grins for mommy’s camera. Carlin is 33 weeks pregnant and having to take heprin shots twice a day and visit the OB 2 times a week. She also needs iron infusions and says she is exhausted but… Evan is still skipping town for a birthday boys only cruise. At one of the doctor’s visits they weigh the kids and Zade is heavier than Layla… she isn’t happy about this, but Carlin assures her that it’s fabulous and just how things should be bc he is a BOY. They are sticking to their story that they don’t know the gender of the new baby and Evan is struggling trying to pretend to be interested in any part of this pregnancy. In between selling every single item she touches, Carlin pushes her audience to guess on gender, and give her names. They share tons of pool content, including Layla modeling with her legs in the air on a pool chaise and of course there’s a crap ton of golf content that they are committed to making folks care about. They take the kids to Top Golf after stopping at the store to buy Layla her own clubs. Zade gets nothing while Layla gets the clubs, a hat… and all of the camera time. Once at Top Golf, Layla has to point out to these 2 hapless fools that they have purchased left handed clubs for her… their right handed daughter. The video gets a heavy edit while Layla has her meltdown, and picks back up when the siblings decide to act like angels again. Layla learns how to put her hair in a ponytail AND the script AI wrote for her about it, so Carlin films her showing that off and princess needs some work at not OVERacting. They are gifted a huge 3 seater stroller so they will be able to wheel around the money makers and still have plenty of room for all of their camera equipment. The family is off to Nashville to visit Evan’s family who they have not seen in months. I hope NeNe has her hair did and her face on bc any visit from the Stew Crew means she is on deck as supporting actress in their fairytale. 2.Katie Clarke continues to struggle holding together her many brand partnerships and product endorsement deals while her husband has mysteriously shape-shifted from wanna be Christian pop star to nursing student seemingly overnight. She’s having to edit, sell, post and care for 2 children all alone and that just doesn’t happen in fundie land. She shares lots of old footage from Baby Will’s first birthday and then gets a super exciting Costco membership. She slings links for everything she buys and in between exploits her kids. Travis takes a break from “studying” long enough to film Hailey recording a song using their long forgotten podcast equipment. He uploads it and plays it in the car for Katie with Hailey front and center for the camera. She’s a born influencer bc she already knows her lines, her marks, and just how to get the internet aunties reaction. Sadly, this reel doesn’t perform as well as when they dressed her up as a mermaid. I guess no matter how hard he tries… Travis just can’t break into the music world. Katie is selling clothes like crazy and wants you to buy her $110 jeans and $80 dresses. She’s also selling several different energy drinks and powders and Travis is promoting car wash products. GiGi sends a big present for Hailey and they put together a toddler tower for her so that they can get her tall enough for those kitchen filming sessions. Hailey has to sell those $500 charm bracelets again and Katie lies and says she never takes it off. She also has to pretend to like that God cartoon so mommy gets a check, but she is very obviously clueless as to what it is. Trying to find content, they head to downtown Knoxville for ice cream and Katie is selling a $160 bathing suit. Harvey turns 10 months old, even though it feels like the kid has been around forever. I wonder if he has his SAG card yet. Travis’ brother Mike and his wife Devin have their baby and name him Cade. I guess one fundie Cade wasn’t enough. Millions of names in this world…millions….and these folks keep using the same names over and over. Travis gets his first pair of scrubs in and Katie films him wearing them while tying his shoes…tie them tight Travis… don’t want to trip while you are running away…. 3.Josie Balka is now the mother of a 6 year old at 25 years old. For Willow’s 6th birthday, she gets her ears pierced… along with her 4 year old sister AND her mommy. That’s right, everyone gets new earrings and gets filmed while it is happening of course. Josie’s marketing team has decided it is now time for her to lean in to her pregnancy so we get lots of what she calls “drafts” from her first trimester. This is all a carefully calculated marketing plan to separate her content from the 40 other pregnant family members. She films herself casually lying in bed with no makeup and tells us how absolutely awful she feels bc she just doesn’t have the energy to curl her hair and slather on her usual quart of face paint. While Josie is busy editing/hiding in her bathroom/spinning her hair onto a pool noodle, Hazel saws off almost every inch of hair on her head. I don’t mean just a little snip… I mean inches of hair are gone. Every bang that ever strayed onto her little forehead has been whacked. The child was obviously left unattended for quite some time to achieve this level of mess. Before Kelton gets home, Josie is able to seize the moment, capture the content, and stick a bow on Hazel’s head. Kelton picks Josie up so that they can film together at the doctor’s office. He feels her up in the elevator while she coos into the camera and then shows everyone her urine sample and records her doctor, most likely without her permission. Even though Josie was the sickest pregnant woman ever, she somehow still managed to make it to the Jesus Gym and we see so many workout shots. Just over and over, her moving her camera around so she can stick her God honoring butt out and film herself. Back at the homestead Kelton is paying an ounce of attention to the girls by making perfume, so Josie films it all and sticks it in between ads for pots and pans, online groceries, energy powder, makeup and tutorials for the heatless curler she just won’t let go of. She is heading off on a girls trip to Florida and lets us all know that Kelton made her breakfast, the girls gave her gifts and it all just made her cry. It didn’t make her cancel her flight though, and she heads off with the same crew she always hangs with. Here’s to 26… may it bring a new McMansion… and an IUD. 4.Late summer in the swamplands of Florida is miserable and who better to portray that misery than mean ole Alyssa Webster. She’s whiling the days away doing the same old, same old. Filtering pictures of flowers, clouds, coffee and her kids. The only Webster that hasn’t learned the forced smile for the camera is Rhett. He consistently makes a stinky face and I am here for it. Lexi gets a stand-alone post for completing a summer reading challenge sponsored by the second lady. Alyssa slaps tags all over it of the VP, his wife and the White House. I’m sure they are all personal friends. Rhett gets called up to star in one of mom’s reels to try and up her engagement so she can get a brand deal. She smears whipped cream on his face and then pretends that he stole her coffee that is in a cup with a lid on it. Ah, the hijinks and the humor are just unreal (truly). While lounging by her pool, Alyssa treats everyone to a q and a where she speaks in a disassociated, monotone voice about the horrors of being a parent. She says she keeps her children in year round school because otherwise she would lose her marbles and they would expect to, you know, DO things and GO places and she can’t be having all of that. She says she is thinking of taking to YouTube to film a tutorial about homeschooling. What… she’s gonna demonstrate how to power on the DVD and place the headphones on each child? We see Allie, who is supposedly in 6th grade, cutting out scraps of paper with safety scissors and then Alyssa says she misses the fall weather in Tennessee. You know you can go back, right ‘Lyss?? She also shows off her grocery pickup which features off brand junk and one small head of broccoli. Maci is throwing a temper tantrum in the background and you can hear Sistermom Allie handling that. She posts picture after picture of the girls in their bathing suits, swimming in the pool. You just know that thing doubles as their bath tub. John is nowhere to be seen and Alyssa says he works long hours. I bet some of those hours are at the ball field, and some are spent hiding in his truck, parked on a back road. Warden and Ellie come by for a visit to lighten the mood a bit and Alyssa gets a promo box from a pizza chain. It includes a gift card that she immediately cashes in. 5.Zach and Whitney are still on their “influencer as career” path. Homeboy hasn’t mentioned a house sale in months and months and Whitney is back to selling everything in her house. If they send her a package, she will shill it. Zach is still trying to cook but everything is covered in gravy or cheese… or both…even though he says he is on a diet and shows himself walking on a treadmill. Whitney stops in to the boutique and answers questions while flicking her hands all over the place and talking at the speed of sound. She says Zach loves low rise jeans. Couple that with the French tip manicure we know he also loves and… well… yea, they are stuck in 2006. Zach is constantly outside sweating over that flat top grill and a few times he seems to confuse his sweat mop with his hand drying towel… and man, it’s a lot. They get a new set of luggage that they want you to buy and that means a brand sponsored trip is coming. This time they scored Universal tickets and a stay at some resort near the park that no one can pronounce. They both go to great pains to explain why the 3 littles are being left at home with Aunt Ellie instead of telling us the real reason… which is that Universal gave them 4 passes. They eek out the content from this 3 day get away to make it seem that they are in Florida for a full week, but the dates they show and the clothes they wear give it away. Whitney says over and over that they are making core memories with their oldest kids who are quickly outgrowing these types of things. Their children are 9 and 10 so they have a ways to go. She films the entire trip including swimming underwater and stops at gas stations and Brad and Kaci work hard to earn the few rides they get to go on. They are careful not to show any Harry Potter and stick to mainly How To Train Your Dragon which is apparently somewhat fundie approved. Zach says he saw all of his Florida family while they were in town, but even though they show us everything… we don’t see the first picture with Erin, Alyssa or Jackson. I can’t explain enough how much these two are selling. They sell toiletries and home goods and clothes and kitchen prep and vitamins and hair care and curriculum and games and toys and furniture and food and restaurants and prepackaged food and car stuff… they are truly a WalMart… a rolling 30 second ad. In between the selling they are heavily exploiting Khloe and Lilly…their 2 youngest girls. Khloe is filmed licking batter from a spoon and Lilly is promoted as adoring her big brother Bradley. Bradley is obviously a full time brothermom these days. Zach attempts to cook another chicken dish for his vlog but he screws it up within the first ten seconds, and then talks about the screw up throughout the video. He says he can’t hardly watch his first few vlogs because he has improved so much since then. Um, sir… please point out the improvement. 6.Trace and Lydia are really feeling the effects of being sidelined by a newborn. They have had to resort to squeaking out 2 entire vlogs focused on Lydia having wisdom teeth removed. Trace is over excited for Lydia to be all loopy after surgery so that he can ask her questions…. Sadly, she’s an overtired mom and does nothing but sleep. For hours. And hours. This leaves Trace to call in Kelly Joe for backup, but she isn’t up for starring in a wisdom tooth removal vlog and mostly just sits on the couch and pats Lydia’s arm. She does come in clutch by instructing a clueless Trace to get Lydia some ice packs… and then she’s gone. Kelly doesn’t do caretaking. That’s what Michael (or Callie) is for. Lydia does make a few reels in her tiny bathroom putting on her makeup and takes Ryker to Marshall’s to buy a scooter so he can terrorize Maui and ram it into their tiny house walls. She praises Trace for being so helpful, and we see him folding clothes and caring for Ryker. It’s really just rinse and repeat with these 2 these days. They haven’t ventured far although Trace promises that “fun” is coming very soon. He pretends to drink some powdered greens that are sponsoring their vlog and heads out to golf with Evan. Trace is wearing white pants and Evan is wearing a hot pink hat and an outfit featuring hot pink details. The 2 of them together are quite a site. Trace has lost a ton of weight and is skinnier than he has ever been. Lydia is also working out like crazy and it doesn’t appear she was ever pregnant. Lydia’s family has kept Ryker and Kaia a ton while she recovers from her infection and this wisdom tooth surgery. Trace takes Ryker over to Carlin’s to swim in the pool and then heads to Costco… the new fundie hot spot with Kellie Joe. Kaia Bates better start doing something soon or this ship is really going to sink. It’s no wonder Trace is back to police work and taking night classes. 7.Michael and Brandon started the year hoping to be vloggers and hit it big, but becoming foster parents has definitely sidelined that plan. They can’t show the children on their social media, so Michael is relegated to featuring pictures of flowers, water and bugs. She did share posts from Baby Will’s first birthday weeks after the fact and she has the foster baby in a carrier, wearing him. Lawson actually did a good job editing the party content so the 2 little boys can’t be seen at the actual party. You can see Michael giving the baby a bottle while Will opens his gifts. The children have been with them for a while now and they have been super tight lipped about what is happening with them currently. Meanwhile, they haven’t had a new vlog in about a month. 8.Erin and Chad were getting low on money, so he allowed her to return to social media once again. During a q and a she shows off her chore charts and homeschooling charts which feature lots of Bible time and piano lessons, praises Chad for waiting on her hand and foot (what the heck else does he have to do) and says Tori is her BFF (surprise, surprise). She says she enjoyed a visit with her parents in July… they must have been in town for Jackson’s baby’s birth, but doesn’t see them enough. She takes to YouTube with a sourdough bread tutorial that is supposed to feature Carles. After about 2 minutes of standing beside mom while she does everything, he disappears and she takes over. This bread making thing has about 89 steps and takes several days, but she is committed and does it on repeat. Erin grinds her own wheat, y’all. That’s right… $65 per pound bulk wheat is being shipped to the Florida compound and she grinds it using a $300 mill (thanks homeschool scholarship). She and Chad head to an ultrasound appointment for baby Henry, then out to eat and… you guessed it… to Costco. Back at home she shows off a ton of new baby items that she says were given to her by a “friend”. The handouts never stop with these folks. Erin is shilling for an organic makeup line founded by a fundamentalist and then she thanks Tikky for sending clothes for her children. What that woman, Tikky, gets out of this I will never understand. Tori and family show up at the Paine rental for a week of tempered fun and fellowship. They head to the deserted clay beach where the kids try not to be weighed down by the tremendous amounts of clay and salty water sticking to their clothes and Bobby runs around chasing a ball like an untrained dog. Back in the subdivision all 11 kids terrorize the golf course and the neighborhood while Erin smiles and films. She happily shows off Carles’ artwork. He is taking lessons from another fundie mom and the work looks like…an average ten year old using crayons and markers drawing animals. There’s nothing gallery worthy here, but if she oohs and aahs over it enough, maybe folks will believe it is. Tori doesn’t seem to be with child right this moment but it’s hard to tell as she literally runs from the camera. Later, the entire Paine crew except for baby William load up and head to an ultrasound store to see new baby Henry. Addee is along to film the experience, but the cord is in front of the baby’s face and so the 5 little kids sit stoically, clueless as to what they are looking at. Erin decides to gift the world with her chore and school charts as free downloads. She shows how to laminate it using the machine (thanks homeschool scholarship) and extolls the virtues of the magical chart. This thing is just squares on a piece of paper that anyone can make and not end up on her fundie mailing list where she sends you Chad Paine’s Godly musings every week. 9.Trying to follow Lawson and Tiffany is next to impossible. They post both from the past and the present and are both in Nashville and California at the same time. It makes their content seem dicey when one minute Tiffy is stomping on her kitchen table wearing a colander on her head and the next she is swimming in her pool in sunny California. She’s making references to Lawson being featured on the “red flag guy’s” TikTok while boarding a plane and then also calling her kid 9 months old while celebrating his first birthday. It’s just a mish mash mess. A broad overview is that they badly want to be sitcom characters featured on a Christian TV channel with the average age of viewers being 60-89. Whenever they drop a vlog, it gets over 100,000 views, and Lawson says they have 120,000 subscribers so someone appreciates this junk, it just isn’t me. They have the worst ClickBate titles to their vlogs, and love to confuse folks so they ask questions, and drive up engagement. Funny enough, they have sponsors for every vlog, but Tiffy doesn’t shill stuff like all of the other Bates. Truly they must have a money tree in the backyard….probably why Duke the dog isn’t allowed back there. They share a vlog of Will’s birthday party held a few weeks before he actually turned one. They rented a pony to walk around in their backyard where they also now have chickens. I don’t know who cares for the dog OR the chickens, because they are never home. The party had a good many unknown guests and all of the Tennessee family besides Carlin showed up. They also drop a vlog from Tiffy’s 9 week ultrasound where Lawson is still talking about twins. Hopefully he now shuts up about that. They seem uncomfortable when they are together. Tiffy can’t talk about anything except the fact that she is pregnant again. It really would be a shock to any normal person, but she is far from normal. In real time they drive from Nashville to Rocky Top to take Callie out to eat for her sweet 16 birthday. Callie is Tiffy’s BFF and number one babysitter. I’m sure Kelly Joe appreciated having to put in zero effort. 10.Bits and Bytes… After putting their entire stock on sale for 40% off, the BSB is hosting yet another Cash and Carry to try and unload inventory. The Magic clothing show in Vegas is coming up… will BSB attend this year??...Kelly Joe wishes Lawson a happy 33rd birthday. Says he never has a bad thing to say about anyone and thanks him for treating her to the Alaska trip….Evan is shilling his $400 water machine again. The Stewarts now own 2…Kelly Joe shares Kelton’s latest plumbing ad that features his fleet of trucks. Kelton is big money and she’d like to stay in his good graces…Erin is having iron infusions just like Carlin. Crazy how they are pregnant at the exact same time and there is zero crossover…Kelly wishes Cambree a happy 3rd birthday in her very own post. She doesn’t have to share a post like Willow and Will…she also posts for Callie’s 16th birthday and says she motivates her to be a better person and she loves that she hands out tracts. Wonder if they are Rodrigues Family tracts??? Hope everyone is doing well and enjoying the last days of summer! 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A compilation of monthly recaps from 2022. It's long (4,583 posts worth) so get a warm drink and get comfy before diving in! January - I hadn’t started counting yet but let’s conservatively say 150 posts. I did count the long weekend when Hillary created 70 stories and 1 grid post. February 565 Posts Matt Hutchins’ lawsuit was announced so of course we were treated to a family hug featuring H’s smug smile Hillary introduced her new friend Said the paparazzo because Santa Hilaria wants to shine a light on her benevolence and control the narrative any way she can. So, she exploited this man and his grief over his daughter’s murder. Then it was out with Said. Matt Hutchins’ NBC interview airs and Russia invades Ukraine. In Hillary’s mind this is a perfect day to post two pictures of a paparazzo standing calmly in front of her apartment building looking kinda bored. On Marilu’s birthday the surrogate she who shall not be named was ignored and H posted a video montage that was almost half pictures of her to celebrate her DoorDash baby. **She couldn’t say the word “surrogate” until the end of the year when she monetized it on her podcast.** March 118 Posts On IG, Alec promotes his new podcast called “Art Fraud,” oblivious to the irony of him discussing any kind of fraud A fan account called family_baldwin is created on IG – this lady adores Hillary and Hillary follows and apparently approves of these posts (of course bc they glorify her as a super mami) Then the bizarre pap video of Alec and Hillary walking out of a store, and she’s wrapped in a huge puffer with sunglasses on as she does a super slow walk to her car On March 4th, she has the usual reposts (but no kid pix), then bam “I’m taking a break” (ok, good dramatic exit). The break lasts about 12 hours then she posts a picture of Ralphie’s note saying “fuck it” but it’s gone in an hour (you just ruined the drama of your exit, estúpida) Alec presents at BIFF, and shoehorns Hillary in by taking her call as he’s onstage supposedly having a discussion as a serious thespian. Her urgent news was that she was doing a cat puzzle. Alec trends on Twitter due to his tone-deaf remarks re the shooting while he was at BIFF then he's off to Italy to make a holiday movie with what must be a total budget of $420 Super early in the day, Alec Tweets his hot take on the slap at the Oscars – starts trending on Twitter bc, of course, he’s inserting himself where he has no business. To counter that (?), Hillary makes her triumphant return to IG with a recorded video to show us she is a fertile goddess who is once again "pregnant." The crazy train has pulled into the station. Hillary posts 5 videos telling the utterly fabricated story of how she rescued an Asian woman being harassed on the street, put the woman in her car, and roared off (to the cheers of her adoring fans?). Cannot stress enough how offensive her white savior narrative is. April 512 Posts Showing how sought after she and Alec are: they went to three fancy events in April, and she dressed inappropriately for all of them (a floral print tea-length dress for a gala) then u/MissAmericaNY scrubbed all mention of Hillary on her IG. Attempt to show the Baldwins as philanthropists that people fawn over = failed. The glimpse of Hillary and Alec’s dynamic on the video from Alec’s police interrogation was gold. She could care less, he knows this, he is ugly and condescending to her (well-deserved but still), and knowing this makes this pregnancy (whichever womb the baby is developing in ) a little sad. When Alec’s public persona is going down in flames (rightly so), Hilary’s approach is to jump into her ugly 80’s sweatsuits and post selfies. The day of the hearing re the military family suing Alec & his disastrous IG Live where the guest no-showed to talk about the trial = Care Bear outfit selfie. The day Rust production was fined for “avoidable loss of life” = Strawberry Shortcake outfit selfie. Being stupid and entitled is a terrible combination. May 433 Posts The Chantecaille Episode – in short. This company sent her some of their lotions. She posted a story of Eddie in nothing but a diaper clamoring for more of this $$ product. The company didn’t repost this contrived moment, and because nobody puts Hillary Lynn in a corner, two days later this wackadoo (in her disgusting slippers) was marching up to unsuspecting “needy” people & handing them gift bags filled with Chantecaille lotions and crisp $50 bills. And recording it all for IG. The Unsubscribed Episode – Alec arranged for Hillary to be seen and photographed at the opening of a clothing boutique called Unsubscribed. Big mistake. Huge. Alec, Hillary, the store, and the PR firm got dragged for filth on the store’s post. Comments are still there = comedy gold. The Gender Reveal – no matter how hard she tries; she can do nothing right. According to her, she’s now enlightened and doesn’t want to perpetuate the gender binary so no pink/blue balloons (or whatever). Instead, the kids read a script about being multi & fluid. And in the end, they all refer to #7 as “daughter” and “sister.” Hillary, you dumb bunny, how about “welcome baby” if you’re trying to avoid gender specific terms? Alec posted a Mother’s Day message in what I will forever think of as the Vermont “Tetanus Murder Barn” thanks to pepinos and squeezed his mother in after his brothers (he literally said “Happy Mother’s Day to my brothers and their wives”), then sadly, about 3 weeks later his mother, Carol, passed away. While Billy’s wife, Chynna, posted a heartfelt tribute about her mother-in-law with pictures of her, a funny story, and said “I loved her with all my heart,” Hillary decided that the best way to honor Carol would be to create a “tribute video” notable for the glaring absence of…Carol. Not one picture of grandma with the kids, with other family members, at their wedding, or any pictures of grandma at all. But Hillary’s black lace bra, giant ring, and filters were all present and accounted for. First things first, after all. June 573 posts On the day Alec left town to attend his mother’s funeral (alone), Hilary posted her homage to her pregnant belly saying, “ I love that pregnancy style is all about showing off the bump…it wasn’t like this ten years ago.” She has clearly forgotten the countless pictures over the past 10 she took and posted of herself in lingerie, bikinis, and skin-tight clothes, often with her ankles wrapped around her ears. On the actual day of the burial, she posted a pic of Alec with the caption “you’re doing a hard thing” – then riiiiggght back to the posts about how hard she has it. On this day of all days, she reposted a “self-development” meme that said “you didn’t do anything wrong. All you did was grow.” Pull up a chair Hillary, the list of shit you’ve done wrong is the only impressive thing about you. For Father’s Day, Hillary posted a picture of Alec that none of her children would recognize as their father because it was literally taken 40 years ago and created a video that could easily be an ad for Alcea Surrogacy of Alec (and Hillary, naturalmente) holding each baby at the hospital, where they were born from Hillary’s loins, dammit. A supposedly very pregnant Hillary made a nanny record her walking down the street bouncing Eddie on her shoulders while dancing awkwardly and humming tunelessly, while a patient little voice says, “Mom, you stepped in poop” three times, only to be ignored. Keep in mind she was wearing fuzzy slippers. Shudder. The next day NYPD Brooklyn South Chief Scholl’s passing was announced. I have honestly never seen someone better at making another person’s death about themselves than Hillary Care Bear Stare Baldwin. Her version of paying tribute was to point out how she and Alec got special treatment from Chief Scholl because they were so terribly famous. Roe v. Wade was overturned, and Hillary made it about…Carmen? Here’s the crazy order of her posts: two posts of Carmen twirling dramatically in slow motion with word salad nonsense about being free, a pic of Alec pushing a stroller, two posts of Leo with cats, three posts featuring the march from her window, the nanny shot of Hillary and Carmen standing on the sidewalk watching the march, pic of Carmen and a cat, pic of baby Carmen. I am in no way saying I need political commentary from Hilaria The H Is Silent Baldwin. But watching what she chose to post was further evidence of how clueless she is. Alec promotes his interview with Woody Allen/another nail in the coffin of what’s left of his career, and Ireland posts a TikTok sharing that she was raped as a teenager and that later in life she had an abortion. No likes from Alec or Hillary, no reposting of her video to support her, no connection to the idea of women’s rights of body autonomy – just nothing. On the day of Alec’s disastrous IG Live with Woody Allen, Hillary posted her usual kid pix, then a goofy quote misattributed to Socrates with a big ol’ flag from IG saying – nah, this is wrong. As the world was hearing Alec yell at poor Leonela (trust me, it’s not Leoneta, it’s Leonela) Guest Baldwin was vewy, vewy quiet then posted at 1:30 a.m. “to those who watch my life and gossip about it, don’t give up, Season 2 is coming.” Ma’am, Season 2 better involve you apologizing for essentially everything. The next day, as Alec was throwing a fit on Twitter telling the person he was arguing with that they were nothing so they could “clean his pool” – apparently the most degrading thing he could think of - Hillary would have us believe that she and Ralphie were chatting about immigration rights. M’kay. July 691 posts We are treated to the first big “I am being harassed” rant of July. Rant number two came just three days after rant one. This time Hilz was in hyper-scoldy mode but also with her boobs front and center which was confusing – where to look? Pouty lips? Gigantic eyebrows? Overflowing cleavage? Castanet fingers? Stringy, overprocessed hair that doesn’t look like a full head of healthy pregnant lady hair? Also, her ring is going to need to be reset soon because her flamenco hands are working overtime to emphasize how upset our kindness warrior is. Hillary made something as simple as a fasting glucose test for gestational diabetes seem shady AF. According to her stories, she drank an orange beverage from a paper cup with her dress hiked up so we could admire her slim thighs. It’s a rare talent she has to sexualize the most mundane things and then fail to be remotely sexy. Alec and his faux Spanish bride had their 10th wedding anniversary on June 30, but Hillary posted pictures of their zany antics in late July. She shouldn’t have bothered. They threw on jackets and she hauled out some expensive shoes (and tagged that shoe designer who dutifully reposted) and took sad, listless pictures. Suddenly Hillary was in the back of a car with the caption (“working”/camera emoji, “working”/camera emoji) **Now we know she was having her picture taken to promote Witches Anonymous, so naturally she chose to look like a realtor from Beacon Hill** August 616 posts The first pregnant headstand grid post in August went up and got a whopping 14 comments from her vetted list of “friends allowed to comment” - with Leslie Jordan chiming in “be careful!” Um, good advice for the woman who allegedly lost two babies and is in the final trimester of a geriatric pregnancy. Alec decided that recording a video wishing Anne Heche all the best after she demolished a person’s home while allegedly driving drunk/high would be an excellent way to reminisce about his illustrious career. Ultimately Anne Heche passed away from her injuries which was, obvs, a cue for Alec to record yet another post about how much her death affected him. In one of those days that serves as a perfect snapshot of the chaos that Alec’s life has become, 1) the FBI helpfully concluded that the gun in Alec’s hand on the set of Rust could not have gone off without the trigger being pulled, 2) Anne Heche died as a result of her injuries, and 3) Alec went to one of those weird charades parties in the Hamptons where people wear shorts and blazers. The next day Hillary’s finger-wagging/fake accent/gold hoops persona popped up and invited folks being boolied by fat infertile losers to join her “community.” If that means joining a chat with Amber Claire, Michelle Who, Jared, Yoel, and three fan account creators I think I’ll pass, Hilz, pero gracias por la invitación. This day also was the premiere of her “chameleon into belonging” rant. An instant classic. Alec was interviewed by CNN and performed his patented silent sob as he covered his face, sans tears. His lawyers must love when he puts his thoughts on the Rust case in writing. The month closed with a 25 million dollar lawsuit filed against Alec for defamation. Cue the theme from Rocky, please. September 97 posts As we all know, Hillary Lynn of the Spanish town of Boston thinks that “making tight timelines would be maddening” so she kept #7’s due date nebulous with a “baby due in Fall.” So, when she announced on September 1st that she was taking a break from IG – it wasn’t clear if the baby was imminent. Alec worked hard to pick up the SM vacuum left by his wife (y’ know, the one from Spain?) by posting scintillating content like talking about his haircut, leaving the Hamptons to return to NYC, and dissing Ron Schneider’s take on the decline of SNL. Meanwhile, his September posts on his “Here’s the Thing” podcast IG account garnered less the 1,000 likes collectively. Heh. Queen Elizabeth passed away and, in his haste to insert his sweaty self where it did not belong, PeePaw posted “requiscat in pace” instead of “requiescat.” I, for one, would love for Alec to keep his attempts to speak Spanish, Italian, and Latin confined to the bedroom as he woos Hillary with stacks of towels and buckets of ice. Suddenly Alec rasping about how much he loved his trees made sense considering he placed his Hamptons house on the market for $29 million. Hillary’s response? A hallway selfie of her walking her cats to the vet in a stroller. Swelling? Pfft, that’s for commoners. Remember, Princesa Hilaria’s motto is “I am me in all of my uniqueness." On September 24th Hillary Kathryn Irene (Ilaria Catalina Irena) Baldwin’s birth was announced, but very much par for the course with this bunch, we are left with more questions than ever: when was this child really born? Out of whose body? Why does she have an Italian name followed by a Spanish name followed by a Greek and/or Slavic name? Why was Hilz in full glam with zero signs of, you know, actually having given birth? How much did the vernix make her gag? How is she getting anywhere near a newborn with those atrocious nails? Why couldn’t Alec muster a smile for the one picture he’s in? The list goes on. The long-awaited announcement that the New Mexico state district attorney could file charges against four people in the Rust shooting and that “one of the possible defendants is well-known movie actor Alec Baldwin.” In a wild twist, the paps got to capture Alec having a dramatic moment clocked at ten minutes of him talking on the phone, rubbing his face, and generally looking terrible. He posted “lots of changes are coming but my family keeps me alive.” If ever there was a time to stop referencing life and death, it would be as we approach the one-year anniversary of Halyna Hutchins’ killing. Alec also posts a picture of a note Rafa gave him saying “here’s my money, take it.” Somewhere Alec’s attorneys were playing rock paper scissors to see who would call him and tell him to stop posting garbage like that. Hillary saw that and was like, yes! Kids tug at the heartstrings, good thinking, and posted a pic of Carmen and Rafa watching the baby so she could shower, as if there were always not a small army of adults in that home dedicated to watching/raising her children. The bounce back body makes its toxic return and the Daily Mail rewarded Hillary with the headline that must have made her smug smile all day long: “Hilaria Baldwin proves she has already lost the weight from 7th child.” Ugh. Then she forces a miserable-looking Alec to pose for a cursed hallway mirror selfie with the youngest three about to be trotted out for Said or other paps. Hillary, the man wants a Werther’s hard candy and a nap, for God’s sake. Leave him alone. October 279 posts Hillary gave us a now classic video engaging with a prop child and “dancing” to Thriller. So caught off guard! So carefree! Such natural interaction! This was recorded by Yoel’s husband, had a special appearance by Peepaw shuffling by in the background not even glancing their way, and was completely devoid of genuine emotion or rhythm. Also, the living room area looks cleared out – refurnishing or moving? On 10/5 the announcement that Alec and the Rust producers settled with Matt Hutchins was made and PeePaw was in hyper-defensive mode while the Daily Mail planted pix showcased Hillary in ultra-smug mode - very much on brand. Hillary’s posts that day were a breast feeding pic in the most improbable position ever and the caption “yo nursing for the millionth time” – evidence that she knows zero about codeswitching between two languages; a video of her caressing the baby in an unsettling way; and a picture of her and Carmen bathing the baby that casually highlighted H’s perfectly flat stomach as opposed to the burrito looking situation from a few days ago. Sigh. Consistency, Hillary. You only posted 6 pictures that day, have that postpartum medium padding ready at least until the end of the month. The 30th Hamptons Film Festival kicked off with lots of posts and media very light on Baldwin mentions, so the best our girl could do was place a stuffed giraffe in a Baby Bjorn carrier to meet Soñador Dreamer. On the Alec front around these dates, he shuffled in the woods and pretended to bond with three of his kids while supervised by two nannies. Gotta get those Daily Mail shots. On the anniversary of Halyna’s death (que en paz descanse), Alec posts a picture of her with the caption “One year ago today…” – and get soundly savaged on social media. Hillary really is pathologically unable to hush and posts her baby and then a blurry picture of the Vermont sky. Seriously, if anyone other than Yoel is getting paid to manage their PR, they should be fired for these posts Leslie Jordan died, and Hillary did what any sane, compassionate, caring friend would do in the hour after the announcement: she posted such a jaw-droppingly self-centered video that I felt deep secondhand embarrassment/pena ajena, and I can’t stand her. She recorded herself with the gauziest, fuzziest filter possible (think Darcey and Stacey level filter), pretending to cry (not one tear was visible), giant diamond angel wing earrings looking like they were about to fly off her ears, and she trotted out the extra thick faux Spanish accent. Naturally what she said was 50% gibberish and 50% all about Hillary Lynn, but RIP, Leslie. iHeartRadio ran an ad for a new podcast called “Witches Anonymous” hosted by Hilaria Baldwin and Michelle Who Campbell Mason and the needle scratch was deafening. A THIRD PODCAST, FFS? Hillary doesn’t address this at all, preferring to show her cat lounging on the baby’s changing table. I mean, I like cats, but no. MichWho finally addressed the iHeartRadio ad by posting story solemnly recounting that the promo was “leaked” much like the Pentagon Papers, one assumes. Hillary has found her match with this genius, if nothing else. The same day the Santa Fe Sheriff’s Office announced that the investigation into the shooting on the set of Rust was complete (372 days later) and the findings were turned over to the prosecutors. ¿Cómo se dice “what a coincidence in terms of timing?” Waxelene got a shout-out on this day, too, with the caption “it’s life-changing.” I would argue that Alec killing Andros’s mother should have changed your life, Hillary, but here we are. Queen Marth Ross writes a story about the doomed podcast with a fabulous headline: “Hilaria Baldwin launches third podcast after scandals derail first two.” That night she and Alec went to an event (probably the NYC Phil Gala) and she crafted this doozy of a narrative: first, she whined about not wanting to go to a black tie event (so stay home). In other, happy news, Alec was replaced in “Chief of Station,” a movie production that had the bad judgement to cast him. Kudos to Aaron Eckhart for replacing him. I hope they make a bushel of money. November 330 posts She posted a grid video of her doing modified pushups with her cat, as one does, complete with sexy crawl to the camera, and scolded Alec on IG for commenting “all the way down” on the video. Then she posted a story video later of him doing his 16 hallway PeePaw Pushups®, with a poll asking her followers to weigh in on the question “dare I stand in his back?” Somewhere at Spindrift/Osmo/American Girl/Aveda headquarters, the executive team is toasting their wise decision to ditch Hillary as an “influencer” sponsor. In actual news that same day, an L.A. Superior Court judge ruled that Mamie Mitchell, the Rust script supervisor, can pursue a claim of negligence against Alec Baldwin. Mitchell is being represented by Gloria Allred. Try a few more rage pushups, AB. On Nov. 7, the ultimate vanity project podcast launched. Hillary celebrated by using an image of the three daughters she has paid a fortune for to highlight her brave fight for “our free and unapologetic space.” Her coven responded with 16K likes, or 0.02% of her followers. Four of her friends/service providers reposted her story and she put those in her stories. Maybe there’s a spell for more likes/reposts? Episode 1 “The Pilot” sounded like it was recorded in a sardine can and featured Hillary promising to give her listeners (who presumably are kind of interested in witches) “a window into Alec’s world.” Popcorn is popped, we’re here to track the clownery happening on the podcast as well as the reviews on Apple Podcasts and comments on the Witches Anonymous IG page. Despite saying years ago that she didn’t feature her nannies on IG in order to protect them, Hillary posted a video of one of the nannies, Ava, aka Leo’s Jamaican Godmother, to promote her stupid project. H saw absolutely no issue with making “content” by recording a woman who depends on her for a paycheck, sitting there in her uniform, and pretending there is no power imbalance there. Hillary had all of four days to bask in the dim, flickering spotlight provided by her vanity project/podcast before Alec dropped a bombshell. According to The New York Times (11/11/22), Alec Baldwin filed a suit against crew and affiliated persons on the Rust production, “his suit names Hannah Gutierrez-Reed, the film’s armorer, who was in charge of handling guns and ammunition on set; Dave Halls, the first assistant director, who handed the gun to Mr. Baldwin that day and declared it safe; Sarah Zachry, the crew member in charge of props; and Seth Kenney, who has been described as the primary supplier of guns and ammunition to the film set. A lawyer for Mr. Baldwin, Luke Nikas, wrote in the complaint that they had not fulfilled their professional duty to maintain safety on set.” WA Episode 2 “In the Coven with Ramon Singer” was as terrible as you would think. The 500+ page Santa Fe sheriff’s report was released on 11/18. That same day (damn, Emily, you are on point!) on Twitter u/EmilyMiller provided an excellent synopsis of new information like the fact that Alec texted his assistant Jonah Foxman two days after the Oct. 21 shooting and said, “I have to delete my archive.” Episode 3 of the podcast was called “The Sisterhood of Motherhood (w/ Michelle Stafford)” but to us it will forever be known as the one where Hillary spoke for 10 minutes straight and told the story of calling Alec screaming that she had found out she miscarried while he was…on a city bus. We get treated to a Spicy Faux Mami® video scolding (no flamenco hands on this one because she’s holding the prop baby and showcasing her breasts and expensive necklace), where she simpers that we can “just not say anything” about people’s “family choices.” This is true, as is the fact that if you do not like strangers commenting on your choices, lies, exaggerations, manipulations, and use of children as social media content you could just not be a lying liar who lies. Easy peasy, así de fácil. The Frickin Alec Shirt – let’s consider the amount of time Hillary, Yoel, David, Jared or some unholy combination of them must have spent cooking this one up. Hillary had a shirt made with Alec’s pictures on it, saved it for when he made her mad (or when she needed content). She wore it, recorded his (nonplussed) reaction, let Rafa flip the bird (he did look truly happy for once, though), posted that image, pretended she would wear the shirt out , then changed. I mean, I’m sure there was a story board involved and she has been so smug that you can tell she thinks she is generating stellar content. Episode 4 of the podcast “In the Coven with Jodie Patterson” featured Hillary insisting she understands the discrimination suffered by trans people. Another Spicy Faux Mami® video scolding, this time with accent, finger waving, heavy sighs, and eyerolling about how angry she gets when internet trolls target trans people. So clearly, she needs her coven/three crazy ladies from Long Island to share the link to her podcast to…vanquish trans hate. So selfless. December = 219 posts so far (full recap coming in January) Hillary and Alec attended the American Museum of Natural History Gala with Hillary wearing a dress designed to get people talking. Mostly they were saying that she looked like she had two chicken cutlets attached to her hips, but she was surely thrilled by the attention. All in one day: Episode 5 of Witched Anonymous with guest Caroline Rhea, who hopefully was paid a ton of money to say the following: “Hill-airy-uh, you’ve accomplished more in your life than most humans.” Hillary’s utterly forgettable Extra interview aired She taught a yoga class and pepinos attended to report back that Hillary was as banal as we all assumed she was Alec was the MC for the RFK Ripple of Hope Gala and Hillary apparently walked the red (blue) carpet four times which I would pay good money to see. Did the PR person do any coaching because this was embarrassing. Because nannies for the Baldwins don’t get time off, they are in Vermont skiing and all is blessedly quiet on the Hillary front – let’s see how she closes out the year. A lot can happen in five days… submitted by /u/Ready-Bat-8824 to r/HilariaBaldwin [link] [comments]

I am NOT OP. Original post by u/daintyanus in r/JustNoMIL   Part 1 posted here TW: Animal death   Magda earned herself a trip to the ICU – 26 May 2016 I removed the text because my MIL's flying monkeys found this post and are harassing me about it. I don't hate you. Your children don't speak to you because you failed as a parent and wouldn't protect them from her. I refuse to have someone so toxic think they can dictate my life. They aren't my biological children but I am still their mother. I'm leaving the comments because to normal people, family would never behave this way. You know what she did and you know she needs help. Denial will not make any of it go away. 11 June 16 update: we're working on an out of court settlement because Magda is desperate not to go to jail. When everything is wrapped up, I'll repost the story of what she did and the aftermath. Thank you for your well wishes and support.   Magda accepted our out of court settlement – 21 Jun 2016 Now that that the legal stuff has been settled, I can talk about this stuff. Get comfortable because this is long. DH is the youngest of four sons. He's the oops baby, there is an 10 year age difference between him and BILs 2&3 (fraternal twins). Magda has always been resentful of him and made him the family scapegoat. Her sons and the wives of BILs 2&3 are her devoted flying monkeys. SIL1 got sick of Magda's shit and filed for divorce after Her racist meltdown at me at the Super Bowl party. What she did: DH was on an important business trip to Asia. His father passed away very shortly before 'the incident'. Since we are NC, DH did not attend the funeral. I attended at the request of FIL's sister, DHs favorite aunt, who has been NC with Magda since the 90s. The only interaction with Magda's flying monkeys is when my SIL came over and talked shit for wearing a pantsuit and no makeup instead of following Magda's directions for attire. DH's aunt told her to go to hell. Magda and I did not interact at the funeral. On Thursday, she goes to my youngest's school to pick him up (kidnap him). She is certainly not on the pickup list. She gets denied and blows up. The cops get called because she is screaming. She tells the cops that I'm physically abusive and she wants to protect her grandchildren from me. She bites a cop and gets arrested. I don't know why they released her to one of my BILs pretty much immediately. On Friday, she goes to my brother's shop with her GC grandson, where my oldest works part time. My brother tells her to leave. She starts screaming, my son comes out from the back to see what's going on. Magda runs to him, embraces him in a death hug, crying and blubbering about how she can't just watch her family self-destruct. She will do anything to protect him, she's sorry she hasn't acted sooner to stop my violent rages. The cops come, Magda and GCGS take off. They peeled out of the parking lot in Magda's Mercedes. On Sunday, the kids and I were at church and came home to a bunch of cop cars and animal control at our house. The cops told us that my MIL broke into the house, made a mess, and killed my elderly, 12 pound, little dog. This sent our 75 and 90 pound pitbulls into a fury, mauling her. The neighbor heard the screaming, saw the broken window and Magda's car in the driveway (lol why Magda?) connected the three, and called the cops. The cops tased the dogs to get them to stop attacking her. Magda was rushed to the hospital. She picked up hospital acquired pneumonia. We were told that she had bites on 60% of her body but that was a dramatic over statement. She had bites on her face, neck, forearms and hands. She also broke her hip, had her front teeth knocked out, and cracked some ribs from falling. The inside of the house was thrashed. Broken mirrors, picture frames, dishes strewn everywhere. My art studio was a mess. Thankfully the kids rooms were unscathed EXCEPT for the massive pile of shit on the rocker in the baby's room. As I'm cleaning up, I notice everything destroyed was mine. The photo frames smashed were of my family members. The dishes she destroyed were dishes I bought back from Mexico. The chair she shat on I bought. She opened all the drawers in the master bedroom and destroyed most of my clothes with scissors and bleach, including my wedding suit. She destroyed all of my makeup, worth thousands of dollars because I have a Sephora problem. She stuffed all my makeup brushes, a hair brush, and my flat iron in the toilet. We got the dogs back after a couple of days. The shelter staffed remarked how docile and well mannered they were. Since then, they do not let me or the baby out of their sight. If I put the baby down for a nap, my female stands watch next to the crib. I appreciate it but they are constantly under my feet. Magda is completely unrecognizable now. There is no amount of plastic surgery to make her resemble her former self. Getting knocked down on the pavement broke her hip, cracked ribs, and knocked out her front teeth. Speaking is excruciatingly painful due to her facial injuries and since her hands were badly injured, she can't text or email her vitriol either. She is completely dependent on others for her care, eating, toileting, dressing, turning over in bed, everything requires assistance. Her house is now a mini rehab hospital instead of the sterile museum it was previously. When I made my previous post, SIL2 and SIL3 blew up my phone with abusive texts. They blew up the kids phones with abusive texts. Someone called CPS anonymously saying that I was letting kids drink and do drugs in the house. They also said i would leave the baby with the kids while I went and got high on meth. CPS came to our house. They spoke to each of the kids privately. The kids described Magda's campaign of harassment since I announced my pregnancy. The CPS worker thanked us for our time. Our house is clean, there's tons of food in the house, and the kids are obviously well cared for. We haven't heard back from them. I got an anonymous email saying I needed to delete my Reddit thread or I was going to get raped the next time I walked my dogs alone, So I deleted the post. My nephew, Luis (patron saint of garden hoses) tracked the IP address down to golden grandson's office park. He denied it when called out and then I should go back to Mexico if I don't feel safe in LA. I found the contact information for golden grandson's boss and forwarded her the email with a short explanation of what happened. She likes to donate major sums of money to domestic violence shelters and rape victim advocacy groups. After an internal review, golden grandson was found to have sent that email from his work station. He's been fired. His father called DH, ranting about destroying the family, DH stayed stone faced, thanked him to expressing his thoughts and told him to fuck off. DH has really exploited on Magda's desperation to stay out jail. He had to leave a very important business trip to deal with his mother after he went NC (for real, he wouldn't come home from his father's funeral). He told me when he was on the plane coming home, he thought about all the times he compromised to please her and it meant nothing. He thought about how his brothers' children are not only NC with Magda, they're NC with their parents too. With everything at stake, he just didn't want to lose everything. He got back at her using the thing she cared about most after her looks, money. We gave her lawyer two weeks to mull over the evidence. We have the video footage of her vandalizing our home, the text message logs, all of the emails, sworn statements from her grand daughters she visited on her east coast trip, and copies of the reports when she make a fallacious reports to immigration and the health department getting my brothers shop raided. We told her lawyer she can settle out of court or we can go to trial with a guarantee of a civil lawsuit afterwards. The evidence was so damning, our lawyer was practically jizzing his pants to represent it. So she settled. We're still in shock because Magda never rolls over. We are receiving a substantial amount of money and other assets. There is a binding agreement that Magda is not to contact us or any members in my family directly or via proxy, if she violates this, we will sue her again. The same goes for DH's brother's and SIL2 & SIL3. The inheritance DH's brothers were promised as a reason to endure their mother's emotional abuse will not be there due to the high cost of her care and paying out the settlement. She has an RN and nurse assistant there 24/7. Her life is gone. She's in constant pain, bedbound, and cared for by brown people who converse amongst themselves in a different language. Her sons aren't helping the way she wants, but her care requires skilled nursing so they can only do so much. BIL3 is a physician, but a radiologist. I don't think he's seen a patient in person in decades. Magda's sister called my daughter to chastise her for refusing to speak with Magda, telling her that she shouldn't let her step-mother poison her against her blood family. Daughter lost it. She told her great aunt everything that happened. She also told her that her step-family is her family. My parents spend time with her and are interested in what she has to say. My father volunteers at her soccer club instead of sitting, looking bored in the stands like Magda (and calls it 'volunteering'). My parents have never bad mouthed her father because they love him. Twisting the knife, she said she feels more like a [my surname] than a [DH's surname]. That conversation ended with, "You can twist the truth to suit your own reality, I guess, since that's what you people do." This girl, that snark is strait from my mouth. There are family members who believe his brothers story of my sending the dogs to attack Magda when she came over to talk through our differences. My kids are taking this hard. Summer is here so at least the kids will stay busy. The boys have part time jobs and my daughter is playing two sports. They're more serious and guarded. But at least they're throwing themselves into their hobbies. We haven't decided if we want to stay in this house. I have a sentimental attachment as this is my aunt's house. We bought when because she was retiring to Mexico. It started out as a three room shack and slowly morphed into a fairly large house. My uncle was an excellent carpenter/tile layer/mason. Some of my happiest childhood memories are here. I wanted my kids to have happy memories here. Also, if I wanted a house comparable to this we would have to leave the area. This Magda bullshit has tainted this house. When I look at the backyard, I don't see the memory of my youngest slowly dog paddling around the pool after he learned how to swim, I replay the video footage of my insane MIL beating my dog to death with a crowbar in my mind. So that's where we're at. Again, ladies and gentledudes of JNM, your stories and supportive comments helped me keep my cool. I wouldn't have handled this ish as well in my own.   When Magda stole her newborn grand baby – 1 Jul 2016 Inspired baby napping threads, I present to you a Magda story via one of her estranged granddaughters. Magda was a third spouse in her children's marriages. So naturally she was in the delivery room, named the baby, and was involved in all parenting decisions. DIL comes home the hospital with the baby boy. Magda comes over, demands baby so DIL complies and goes to take a long shower because Magda wanted time to 'bond'. While DIL is in the shower, Magda told her son that she wanted to show off the baby to her friends and HE SAID YES. The oldest sibling, Magda's #1 scapegoat (the person telling me the story), had a meltdown, she didn't want Magda taking her brother. She was so afraid Magda was going to make good on her often said promise she was going to steal the baby forever. Her father spanked her for being disrespectful to Magda and she was sent to her room. Later, while the baby was still gone, his sister caught her mother crying but denied it. When she asked why Magda took the baby, her mom told her Magda loves her brother and it's important that they have bonding time. This is why all of Magda's granddaughters and one of her grandsons is no contact with her AND their parents.   Magda is a terrible step-grandma – 23 Aug 2016 Edit to add, this happened a long time ago. When my husband's oldest brother got together with his (soon to be ex) wife, she had a three year daughter. Magda, at first, was delighted as she had no bio grandchildren yet. she wanted a doll to dress up. Since my BIL and SIL are spineless, they let Magda do whatever she wanted. Step granddaughter (SGD) wasn't a girly girl. She liked jeans, toy trucks, and getting dirty. Magda insisted that she wear dresses and have tea parties. Eventually, Magda made it her duty to other and shame SGD. Nothing that little girl did was ever good enough. When my SIL had her son (golden grandson who sent me anonymous rape threats), Magda latched on to him and made sure to ignore SGD as much as possible. By the time SGD was about eight, she was not allowed in Magda's house if she wasn't wearing a dress. Magda kicked her out of the house before Thanksgiving dinner when she was 13 because she wanted to wear jeans. Dresses only in Magda's house didn't apply to her bio granddaughters. This became a bigger issue once SGD was starting high school. She was presenting herself very masculinely and was became successful in ahletics. Magda was insistent that SGD needed therapy because she wouldn't conform to traditional gender norms. SGD went to therapy with conservative therapist affiliated with her ultra conservative Catholic Church three times a week. Her bastard younger brother, on Magda's order, stole her diary and gave it to Magda. Magda read her diary out loud at Easter dinner. She outed her as a lesbian and gave her brother a new entertainment system for his bedroom. Magda decided that she needed to go to gay conversion camp because having this butch lesbian in her family was unacceptable. My other nieces and nephews saw this happening and it really scared them. They avoided SGD's brother because they were afraid that he would tell Magda something to make her send them away too. Magda made pitting her grandchildren against each other an art. I'm surprised they are close as adults. SGD was gone for a whole year. Her parents told everyone that got was accepted last minute as a foreign exchange student in Mexico. She really was in Mexico, but not in Monterey with a nice family. She was in a torture camp in the jungles of Sinaloa with a bunch of other rich gay kids. she came back 30 pounds lighter, dead eyes in the eyes, and a broken ankle. SGD knew it was just easier to give in than to fight. She bid her time until she turned 18. She wore the dresses, took the medications, stayed home, and tried to keep a low profile. She took off on her 18th birthday and hasn't spoken to her parents since. There is a photo from the first family dinner after she got back. She's wearing a very femme outfit, hair and nails done with eyes in a far off galaxy. That photo always put me off because she looks so out of it, it's the first thing you see in the photo. I just learned of this delightful piece of family history. I knew she was No contact with her mom and step father, but she also went No contact with her father for signing the papers to send her away. She was always close with DH because of their shared SG status. DH also babysat her frequently. Magda would volunteer his time to babysit her while they did family stuff. This kept two scapegoats out of family outings. How this came up is that I was asking for advice with my youngest. He's gay, 13 years old, and has sustained emotional damage from Magda. I see him struggle and don't really know how to help him. He's only come out to my uncle. Thankfully, SGD is wise and gave me some excellent insights. Examples of Magda's cruelty for you llamas: At family dinners, when everyone else was eating off china and silver, Magda would set SGD's place with corelle and plastic cups. Magda would only buy her high end sports equipment/clothes in pink. the $450 soccer shoes were nice but they came in other non-pink colors. Magda forbade my BIL and SIL to get SGD confirmed. Magda doesn't think gay people should be allowed to be Catholics. Magda made my BIL and SIL reimburse her for the of the camp because SGD didn't stop being a lesbian. Magda paid one of her friend's grandsons to go on a dat with SGD after she got home. SGD went because she had no choice, gross dude kicked her out of the car when she declined to blow him. She walked home four miles. Magda is still confined to bed. She's been healing nicely but still is 100% dependent on others for her care. I know it's wrong but my heart flutters when I call my lawyer for updates. We've gotten the first wave of settlement money so we're getting serious work done.   Magda hired people to stalk me – 17 Sep 2016 I got a bunch of messages for people asking for an update. Luis received a call from one of our cousins, asking why a beige Toyota Camry is following me around. I drive by his shop frequently because it's a couple of blocks away from my house. He noticed it a few weeks ago but wanted to make sure, just in case. He gave Luis the license plate number and I gave it to our lawyer. Before the lawyer gets back to us, I get a call from one of Magda's caregivers. He tells me Magda has convinced herself that I'm plotting to murder her and my BILs with cartel assassins. She's hired private security at the house and private investigators to follow me around. The private security pats them down, checks their bags, and waves a metal detector wand at them. The investigator comes three times a week and brings stacks of photos. I don't know him, but he's a regular customer of my older brother's tattoo parlor where my oldest works part-time. He recognized him from photos in Magda's house. My phone number is still in Magda's phone which is how he got a hold of me. He said he was concerned for my safety because this crazy old rich lady has it in for me. Lawyer calls back, confirming beige Toyota belongs to shady PI company. Lawyer tells them they are participating in violating a restraining order and reports it to the police. As expected, the police do nothing because the investigators did not make contact with me. Lawyer is taking care of it. I feel violated in every way possible. I don't feel safe in my home and I don't feel safe in public. I was willing to stay and remodel the house but this is some next level BS. I don't know if I'm truly okay with being so geographically close to my husband's bat shit family. My daughter stopped playing club soccer because of bullying. A bunch of Magda's friends volunteer for the club and their granddaughters have shut my daughter out socially. Magda's #1 golden grandson's teenage SIL also plays for this soccer club and has gleefully led the campaign to shut out my daughter. What hurt her the most was when they called her a race traitor when they heard her speaking Spanish. They sent her really fucked up shit via SnapChat. I'm so upset for her because she has a very promising soccer career ahead of her. She was being scouted and I worry she won't have the same exposure if she's just playing for her school. In other news, my BILs and Magda are suing us. DH is handling those details. He told me this is a classic rich people thing to do, fight with family members via lawyers for years. Magda regrets settling with us out of court so she intends on bleeding us dry with lawyer fees. Joke's on her because we don't give a shit. We make plenty of money ourselves to support our family. The money and assets obtained from suing Magda is just extra. If we spent all that money on lawyers fighting her, so be it. I really wish dealing with her crazy ended when my dogs mauled her.   Musings on my trip to meet Magda – 14 Oct 2016 After finding out I was being followed by someone paid by my psychotic MIL, I left LA and a holed up at DH's uncles ranch. It's so nice to feel like I have privacy, but I miss my husband and big kids. Uncle has assured me that my BILs are not allowed on his property. I've been sleeping better here than I have in almost two years. I told DH that that I'm coming home approximately when I fucking feel like it. Even though I grew up poor, I went to a very expensive private school on scholarship. My sister was the housekeeper for the chair of the alumni association and she somehow talked him into getting me into the school on scholarship. I went to this school and thrived. I was popular and did well in sports. I made a lot of friends that I'm still close with. My connections I made there helped get me into a good college on scholarship, and later helped me land jobs after I finished grad school. I was helping DH's aunt move some stuff around in their guest house and there was a framed photo in the wall of uncle and FIL playing golf at their country club, which triggered a memory. Magda has been a shit to me the entire time I've known her. On the first trip back to California after DH and I got together so our families could meet each other, we went to lunch with Magda. As we're waiting for her, one of my friends from high school was coming out of the restaurant, so we stop to chat. When Magda walks up to us, she has this weird look in her face, interrupts my friend in mid sentence, demanding how we know each other. Magda and FIL belong to the same country club as my friend's parents. Friend looks at Magda like she's totally insane. Before she could answer, Magda asks if I was her drug dealer. Friend looks genuinely horrified and tells Magda no, we went to (school) together. Magda feigns surprise and asked me how my parents afforded it. Friend rolls her eyes, leans in to hug me, whispers "Don't marry him. His mother is awful" and almost ran off to her car. That weekend, their country club was having their annual pancake breakfast fundraiser for the Shriners, FIL was the event chair. We go because FIL asked very nicely and DH wanted to introduce me to his parents friends. I wore an appropriate outfit. Magda said I looked embarrassing and dowdy. If I had worn something more flattering, I knew she would say I was dressed inappropriately. We get there and Madga instantly has CBF. She was annoyed that we didn't bring the kids. The kids were at Luis' house playing with his kids. When asked, the two oldest didn't want to go because going anyplace with Magda means uncomfortable clothes and being nagged to sit still. Magda was pissed that she couldn't play GMOTY in front of her friends. she kept introducing me using a diminutive of my name (very Anglo sounding) that nobody has ever called me. Bless DH, he corrected her every time, queue more CBF. My friend I saw at lunch was there with her parents and husband. I'm talking to them, Magda butts in and saccharine-sweet asks them how they know me (using name nobody calls me). Friends mom looks confused and Magda points at me. "Daughter and [my actual name]went to high school together." Friend's Mom turns to me, grabs my hand and says, "You were my favorite of [friend]'s friends. I know your influence kept [friend] out of trouble. If you two were hanging out together, I didn't worry. Thank you again for setting me up with Luis, my yard has never looked better." Magda's CBF could be seen from space. Friend's mom sees one of her friends and takes me away from Magda for introductions. The more people friend's mom introduces me to, the more angry Magda looks. Friend's mom introduces me to a very well-known Mexican soap opera actor, I see Magda making a beeline to DH out of the corner of my eye and she's looking at me while pointing her finger in his face. As soon as I'm alone, Magda grabs my arm and pulls me to a quiet corner. "Know your place," she hissed. "You are just a temporary comfort. People like us, are on another level from people like you. You might have conned your way into (private high school) but I will never let you in this family." She squeezed my arm so tightly it left a bruise. As soon as we're in the car on the way home, DH told me that Magda isn't comfortable with how I was all over [Mexican Soap Star] in front of her friends. She told me that it wasn't a good idea to let the kids meet me so soon. If we got married, i wouldn't love him like his late-wife did (late wife was an asshole of epic proportions, but was Magda's doormat). Which then reminded me of: A few days later, we have a family dinner with Magda, FIL, DH's siblings and families. I can't remember what we talked about but it was all a series of little jabs at me. I went outside to get some fresh air. Magda's cook comes outside (she still works for Magda BTW). With a low quiet voice, in Spanish, she asks if I love DH. When I respond yes, she told me to keep him in Florida, if we move back to California, Magda will do everything she can to destroy my life. She then told me that Magda ordered her housekeeper to remove all the valuable things from downstairs because she was worried I would steal from her. She said she could tell I was a good mother to DH's children and she could see I was a kind and patient person by the way I responded when Magda repeatedly insulted me. After this trip, Magda decided I was a an uneducated, illegal immigrant out for DH's money. It pisses me off all over again that his brothers just went with it. I'm thankful to Magda's domestic staff who have always been decent, hardworking people taking pity on me. It feels weird to be that person. I've been with DH for over a decade and her lifestyle is still totally foreign. I still feel like I'm pretending when we go do rich people stuff with his family like sitting in the first section at Laker Games or attending museum fundraisers. I hope they all fuck off and get incurable skin fold fungal infections.   Magda tries to buy our family photos – 6 Nov 2016 I've been using the same photographer for family photos for years. He's the younger brother of the other scholarship kid at our fancy private high school. He's fairly successful now and easy to find on the internet. We have worked on many projects together over the years and are facebook friends. He's aware of the Magda related drama. You can order prints from my photographer's website using an access code. Magda years ago had the code because she paid for our wedding photos. A few days ago, she logs in and places a huge order of photos. Specifically, none of the photos with me in them. She ordered nearly one hundred prints of my daughter's quinceañera (sweet 15 party) and the family photos we took for this year's christmas card. Thankfully one of his office people called to confirm the address for the photos and offered to personally deliver them because shipping would get expensive for the larger prints. Magda had ordered a poster sized print of my youngest big kid on the dance floor with the baby. My stomach absolutely turned. I explained that my mother-in-law was a psycho and she needed to have her access revoked. In the spirit of JNM, I instructed the lovely admin to refund her money and send an equal amount of prints of me. It was expensive but it felt good, so worth it. I wonder how she felt when she got the poster size print of a particularly unflattering photo of both of us, taken at my wedding. Magda receives the photos and sends BIL3 to confront DH. BIL3 comes to our house while DH and Luis are working on the front yard. They start arguing and DH tells him he's going to call th e cops. The sole reason I'm posting this is because Luis got BIL3 with the garden hose. Like with Magda, Luis hosed BIL3 to his SUV and got a ton of water in the interior. I wasn't able to witness it in person but it was caught on our security cameras. BIL3 and DH are arguing, waving their arms around and Luis comes around the corner AND BAM, full on soaking with the sprayer. We have a long driveway so having the hose on full blast for 80 feet feels like an eternity. I'm getting better at dealing with this bullshit. I decided to come back home because I missed my family. We're fixing the house up and moving to Northern California. I decided to resign from my job and focus on freelance work.   Part 3 posted here Reminder - I am not the original poster. submitted by /u/hotfudgeunicorn to r/BestofRedditorUpdates [link] [comments]

Preface: All these events are over and done with, no advice needed, just some fuel for those who need to shine the spine. My husband and I are CEO Catholics (Christmas, Easter, Only). So when we were pregnant we started to pick out Godparents. My husband's immediate family are Evangelical Protestants (extended family are mostly Catholic) for the record. They don't do infant baptism and have a dedication as a sort of analogue, so no godparents are needed. In my family we traditionally ask cousins or friends in lieu of immediate family (aunts, uncles) the idea that they (aunts/uncles) already have a bond, so we honor those who are not immediate family with a godparent title. So early on we asked my one friend (Catholic and practicing) to be Godfather 1, and my husband asked his good friend to be Godfather 2 (non-practicing Jewish and gay). Relax, the drama is about to start. We asked them before the baby was born and both were incredibly honored, including their families. So baby is born. We made our own respected families aware for the godparent choices prior to this. All is good, or so I thought. Well, literally the second or third night we are home with our newborn, my husband gets a call him his parents. He thought they were going to chat about some home improvement project. Oh how very wrong. His mother and father are on the phone complaining about our selection of Godparents. My husband is taken aback. My MIL asks him to reconsider Godfather 2 (the Jewish and gay fellow) because SHE has in issue with my newborn son having a gay Godparent. My husband says we are not rescinding our choices and it doesn't bother us that he is gay. He went on to explain why we picked him (all positive qualities in a person we think would be an excellent role model), then he asked, why the hell they even cared since they belong to a church that doesn't even have godparents or infant baptisms. My husband (he was baptised catholic as infant, his parents changed religions later in life) then went on to tell them he never even knew who is own godparents were until he was a teenager, as it wasn't important to his parents. He also went on to list all the negative qualities of his godparents (his aunt and uncle), one being divorced, the other an alcoholic. This pisses off his mom since her own siblings are sacrosanct in her eyes. So narcs will do what a narc will do, threatens to not come to the baptism. This pisses off us, since she now makes it known her own feelings are more important to her than being part of her own grandchild's day. Husband points that out. She then asks us, at the very least, not acknowledge Godparent 2 on the invitation or in pictures. Un-fucking-believable. Just to clarify we were paying for the whole thing ourselves. So she gets off the phone. I am pissed, but I am dealing with a newborn and we both stuck to our guns anyway. ​ A few weeks later my mom drops off the baptism gown, an heirloom piece many in my family (boys and girls were baptized in). My MIL comes over and I mentioned the outfit. I said my son will look like a prince and I take it out of the box to show her. Her comment is "Oh, so he is going to wear a DRESS". I shot back "It's a gown". She later brings over some of my husbands old christening outfit. I put it aside since it a winter ensemble and my son was getting baptized in the summer. It's baptism day! We had a large group show up, much to her chagrin (she wanted "Family Only"). My father-in-law didn't bring his beloved professional camera for the event (something he brings EVERYWHERE). My, how peculiar. We also had an early dinner for the party at a restaurant. She of course manages to seat herself closest to us, while pushing my Just-yes parents further away. However, during the party some speeches were said and my husband got up and publicly thank Godfather 2 for being a godfather. Presents were given to them. Not one word or acknowledgement was given to his parents. My MIL just sat looking dumbfounded. ​ In the following weeks my MIL tried to stir up some shit as she didn't get her way. I 100% expected this, after all a narc needs to narc. ​ Edit: A word submitted by /u/talkinganteater to r/JUSTNOMIL [link] [comments]

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I have quite a few newborn boy outfits to give away as my son outgrown them. The majority are short sleeved, shorts, etc. so if you're having a spring/summer baby they'd be great. I also have a blue crib bumper I can give away. I know not everyone is a fan of these (please don't attack me :(!) but I figured I'd offer because it's just going to go into the garbage if no one wants it. submitted by /u/amemille to r/BabyExchange [link] [comments]