O.K I lied about the "other fun topics" but you're here now and that's all that matters.
Now that I am staying at home we have a lot of time to spend together but we try to make sure we get some time to ourselves as well. So yesterday A and E both go up to the playroom together to do what only seemed logical...to play or maybe, knowing how precocious and gifted they are, they were going to engage in meaningful conversation about the state of their union. Anyway, after about 30-40 minutes of new found freedom I began wondering what they were doing that was keeping their attention for such a unprecedented amount of time. My first inclination was to go check on them but thought better of it as surely this peaceful display of kinship would come to a grinding halt if I were to show up. So I decided to let nature run its course and take advantage of the time to myself so I could finish alphabetizing my canned goods and making kindling from dryer lint.
About 5 minutes later I hear them coming down the stairs and inquire about their recent activities. It played out like this:
Me: What have y'all been doing up there all this time?
DD: silence ( I could tell she was trying to decide whether to tell me or not)
Me: well?? What were you doing?
DD: spitting
Me: What do you mean spitting?
(she then proceeds to demonstrate her spitting technique)
Me: where were you spitting?
DD: in a cup
Me: this whole time you have been up there spitting in a cup?
DD: uh huh
me: and your brother?
DD: he was just playing
So there you have it. It is that simple, kids don't need lead coated toys from China that make an array of repetitive and annoying noises or expensive, plastic nick knacks that fall apart when you look at them. Give'em a little saliva or encourage them to make their own and let'em go at it.
It will certainly make for a more economical Christmas this year
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
My little angels
So I've been out of commission for a while with one thing or another and as it usually goes with mommies I found myself lacking any empathetic caretakers to surround me and nurse me back to health and as a result it took me a good long while to get my mojo back.
Anyhow, I have returned to get something off my chest. Something that I struggle with on a weekly basis and am not thrilled to admit but I am just going to lay it out there anyway and say I HATE GROCERY SHOPPING WITH MY CHILDREN!! There, I said it, now you know I don't have it all together. Well, you may have figured that out if you've ever witnessed me interact with my children at all but my focus today is on that horrific, fluorescent lit, narrow aisled, foul carted vendor of all things bright and tempting: Kroger.
I know your're thinking why don't I do my shopping when I don't have to take my little miracles but that would pretty much narrow my shopping window to late nights and weekends and that is just out of the question.
I think that all these stores that offer the carts with the the cars and TVs think they're doing us a favor but it is obvious to me that whoever designed them does not have children themselves. I mean who really thinks that 2 children are going to sit side by side in a little plastic cave on wheels without trying to pummel one another to death. If they really wanted to do me a favor they would have set it up like a patrol car with a non-transparent plexiglas between the 2 sides of the car making physical and visual contact impossible.
Also, if they had any insight into the inner workings of a child they would know better than to stock consumables at the same level as the windows on the little plastic time bomb. Better yet they wouldn't put any windows in those things at all as it is obvious that the temptation to grab everything in sight is too great for any little person to bear.
And for those shoppers who don't have children and apparently didn't have parents to teach them any better STARING IS NOT POLITE! It's like they think that glancing over every chance they get at a mother and her children who are in the midst of a contest to see who can shove who out the front hole of the plastic contraption first is their civic duty. As if they are letting you know that they are taking note of the situation and are ready to call in reinforcements if necessary. Or maybe they are just making mental notes never to have children themselves or to find an adult only grocery establishment.
When they see me coming now at the Kroger I frequent they have a system that alarms all available employees to take their stations and be prepared for any pending emergencies or to reconstruct any ill placed displays of the week's value items. They also have someone especially assigned to grope over and scrutinize my children and the little car to make sure they aren't sitting on a flattened bag of bagels or chomping on an open bag of rice cakes.
As you can see this all leads to a very stressful outing and a desire to dine on carry-out food from now until my little marvels can be trusted to stay at home by themselves, which at this rate will not be until we have consumed approximately 1,248 pizzas, 1,872 cartons of chow mein and 1433 buckets of fried chicken. Now you see my plight?
Anyhow, I have returned to get something off my chest. Something that I struggle with on a weekly basis and am not thrilled to admit but I am just going to lay it out there anyway and say I HATE GROCERY SHOPPING WITH MY CHILDREN!! There, I said it, now you know I don't have it all together. Well, you may have figured that out if you've ever witnessed me interact with my children at all but my focus today is on that horrific, fluorescent lit, narrow aisled, foul carted vendor of all things bright and tempting: Kroger.
I know your're thinking why don't I do my shopping when I don't have to take my little miracles but that would pretty much narrow my shopping window to late nights and weekends and that is just out of the question.
I think that all these stores that offer the carts with the the cars and TVs think they're doing us a favor but it is obvious to me that whoever designed them does not have children themselves. I mean who really thinks that 2 children are going to sit side by side in a little plastic cave on wheels without trying to pummel one another to death. If they really wanted to do me a favor they would have set it up like a patrol car with a non-transparent plexiglas between the 2 sides of the car making physical and visual contact impossible.
Also, if they had any insight into the inner workings of a child they would know better than to stock consumables at the same level as the windows on the little plastic time bomb. Better yet they wouldn't put any windows in those things at all as it is obvious that the temptation to grab everything in sight is too great for any little person to bear.
And for those shoppers who don't have children and apparently didn't have parents to teach them any better STARING IS NOT POLITE! It's like they think that glancing over every chance they get at a mother and her children who are in the midst of a contest to see who can shove who out the front hole of the plastic contraption first is their civic duty. As if they are letting you know that they are taking note of the situation and are ready to call in reinforcements if necessary. Or maybe they are just making mental notes never to have children themselves or to find an adult only grocery establishment.
When they see me coming now at the Kroger I frequent they have a system that alarms all available employees to take their stations and be prepared for any pending emergencies or to reconstruct any ill placed displays of the week's value items. They also have someone especially assigned to grope over and scrutinize my children and the little car to make sure they aren't sitting on a flattened bag of bagels or chomping on an open bag of rice cakes.
As you can see this all leads to a very stressful outing and a desire to dine on carry-out food from now until my little marvels can be trusted to stay at home by themselves, which at this rate will not be until we have consumed approximately 1,248 pizzas, 1,872 cartons of chow mein and 1433 buckets of fried chicken. Now you see my plight?
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