I know this is an old vent, but seriously MIL, he is MY baby, not your baby!
I just sent out a text to family to tell them ds crawled forward today (he's been going backwards for a week), and she wrote back "my little boy is growing so fast."
Seriously, get over it and try to be a tad bit more secure in your motherhood. I'm pretty sure she knows the baby didn't come out of her vagina (or stomach as it may be).
That's absurd. Everyone I know including the woman who cleans our work building calls Jo "my baby" "how is my baby" I cannot imagine getting upset by this.
Oh I feel you100% I know she doesn't mean anything by it but it drives me crazy. She will say to my FIL oh yes I am talking about our baby... and I think to myself oh yes we are talking about your grandbaby because I didn't have the baby with you I had it with you son. I know it is simple wording but it makes me so annoyed!!
I agree. I hate it when random people, and even family call DS "my". Did YOU carry him around for all those months? Ugh. Even if adopted...did YOU go through all the legalities?
But...he is hers. He is her grandson. A piece of him belongs to her, and vice versa.
My whole family takes ownership of Joseph. I wouldn't expect less. I did the same with my nephews and niece. In fact, my oldest nephew Logan learned diplomacy at the tender age of 2 when my mom and I were bugging him. "You're my boy!" "No, you're my boy!" He settled the argument like Solomon. "I'm Aunt Yori's boy and Nanny's sweetheart!"
Re: MY baby, not your baby
That's absurd. Everyone I know including the woman who cleans our work building calls Jo "my baby" "how is my baby" I cannot imagine getting upset by this.
Its awesome that so many people love her.
Just butting in LOTR to say that Ollie is quite the adorable little chicken! So cute...
Carter James
I agree. I hate it when random people, and even family call DS "my". Did YOU carry him around for all those months? Ugh. Even if adopted...did YOU go through all the legalities?
Is nothing sacred?
But...he is hers. He is her grandson. A piece of him belongs to her, and vice versa.
My whole family takes ownership of Joseph. I wouldn't expect less. I did the same with my nephews and niece. In fact, my oldest nephew Logan learned diplomacy at the tender age of 2 when my mom and I were bugging him. "You're my boy!" "No, you're my boy!" He settled the argument like Solomon. "I'm Aunt Yori's boy and Nanny's sweetheart!"