Showing posts with label Misconduct. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Misconduct. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

RIP Teen Titans Go. 6-22-15

It was a peaceful weekend for a change (with the possible exception of cleaning up after Winnie). Mom left Saturday morning. It was rainy, and so we spent most of the weekend around the house. Unfortunately, that usually means Boop is out-of-control, but she was fairly calm this weekend. I made a decision last weekend: no more Teen Titans Go, which was met with much wailing and gnashing of teeth. She had been hitting me with her chairs and other objects and was increasingly out of control, biting, licking, etc. I checked in with daycare, and she hadn’t been acting out there. The most precipitous event was her coming into the den with a handful of silverware and flinging it at me last weekend. A light bulb went off. I wonder if Teen Titans Go has anything to do with this? And so Teen Titans Go is now banned from my house. So, they join Peppa Pig in their banishment. Our world is a happier place; although I will kinda miss my cartoon kindred spirit, Raven.


I’m in the process of trying to sort out getting rid of cable/dish entirely. There really isn’t much kiddie programming she can watch on our package other than cartoon network. Disney has a bunch of pre-teen sitcoms in the afternoons, but none pre- enough to catch Boop’s attention. So, I’m looking to see what kind of Internet subscription services will serve our needs better. So far, the Wiggles, Bubble Guppies, Team Oomy Zoomy, Dora, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Sofia, Doc McStuffins, Curious George are all pretty safe bets. Of course, I try to keep her away from TV as much as possible; however, I’m working on getting my energy level and mobility back (post-school-semester recovery)—not that I could ever keep up with her, anyway. 

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Children and Restaurants. 6-27-14

I never got around to sending this, but it needs to be said--

Dear Cheddar’s and any other restaurant so challenged:

I had a very frustrating experience at Cheddar’s the other day. I hear lots of non-parents talking about how they hate to dine with children around. Well, the truth is: the restaurant is a part of the problem. We had 5 adults and 1 toddler at the table, and we spent about $80 on a meal. It was just as terrible an experience for me as it was for the people around us. This is particularly bad because we were celebrating an accomplishment for our student, and I wanted my toddler to meet a friend for the 1st time. Here are some tips (many of which should go without saying):

1. If you don’t want a child in the way of people entering and leaving the kitchen, don’t seat a child there. It’s not like there weren’t tons of other tables, too. And it’s not as if we were being punished by being seated by the kitchen (Boop ran into one of her daycare friends there, seated in a more remote location). It’s hard for a toddler to set still through a long meal (more on that later). Please don’t set a child by the kitchen if you don’t want them blocking the kitchen! Pretty rude: a waitress complained about us being in the way of people entering and leaving the kitchen. She’s potty training. She wants to see your fish tank. She’s having to wait on food. Take some responsibility!
2. Don’t serve a toddler a 16 ounce cup of milk—even if you have one of those plastic lids. SIXTEEN ounces. After making the mistake at another restaurant, I knew to request an extra cup. Most places have enough sense to bring one out when I ask. Our waiter looked at me like I had 2 heads when I asked for one. I had to request it from our waiter THREE times. I should have just poured the milk in the center of the floor myself.
3.  And napkins. DO bring napkins. Yes, yes, I know about the ozone layer and widespread deforestation. And those paper dinner napkins cost a mint. But can’t we make some accommodations? I mean, you just brought us a SIXTEEN ounce cup of milk. And baby wipes can only do so much. Some waiters and waitresses have enough sense to bring them out when they see a toddler coming. Most waiters will bring them out the first time I ask. Again, this waiter took THREE requests. The 3rd time is not the charm. Even adults ask for more than 1 napkin. I asked for extra napkins in my wild and care-free pre-mommy days.
4. I take time to plan before we go out. I want the meal to go as smoothly as possible. I look up your menu on the Internet and plan our meal in advance. I make sure there is macaroni and cheese. Otherwise, I pack her dinner. I depend on that macaroni and cheese. It’s the only food that she will eat no matter how it is prepared. Don’t run out of macaroni and cheese (or other such menu item), or at least have sense enough to substitute something similar. Seriously, you’re out of macaroni and cheese?!? And it’s only 7pm? There’s a Super Walmart and a Giant Eagle less than a block away. Heck, you can find a cow and wheat less than a mile away. GET MY DAUGHTER SOME MAC and CHEESE!! Or even easier. You know that penne pasta with veggies and alfredo sauce? How about making just penne and alfredo?
5. DO make sure your waiters know the menu items. We can’t have macaroni and cheese. I see yogurt on the menu. My daughter likes yogurt. We’ll try it. I ask about the apples; he said that they are chopped up in it. I comment 'she’ll just eat around it.' Impossible. I ask about the cinnamon; I’m hesitant. “Oh, there’s just a little bit.” They bring the cup out, and basically, it’s a Waldorf salad, substituting yogurt for mayonnaise, with tons of cinnamon and golden raisins. One look and I knew it was a no go. I couldn’t eat it either: lactose intolerant.  I explained this was not what we were told. He brought out French Fries. She doesn’t like white potatoes but will sometimes eat fries. Not tonight. My friend gave her a few bites of grilled cheese. We wound up ordering that.
6. Don’t assign us a waiter/waitress without kids, and apparently without a lick of sense. ‘Nuff said.
7. DO bring the kid some food! It seemed like every time I came back from a walk, my friends were getting another course of food. Boop had nothing. Seriously, do they have to wait through the appetizer course and the soup course to get their non-existent macaroni and cheese? Waiters and waitresses who have a clue offer to bring food out to toddlers early. And by the way, restaurants make things so awkward when bringing out multiple courses. There's always someone who doesn't have a soup or salad course. It is the most awkward thing to try to eat when others aren't, and well, it's poor etiquette. Why don't servers ask if they want things brought as a separate course, but I digress. That probably will never change. However, if you had fed us, and she had started acting up, we could have just left. Instead, it was 2 hours before she got something she could eat.
8. Don't keep large potted plants (or other potential accidents) along the sides of the banquets. Cheddar's: your insurance company called; they're dropping your coverage. Seriously though, little ones like to stand in the seats. The thought of her pushing one of those planters off gave me some stress. What's worse? An adult losing their balance and knocking these things off and smashing a toe, or perish the thought, a tyke. Ditch the lawsuit-waiting-to-happen.
9. Speaking of seats, why have rickety booster seats? They rock around in the banquets and don't do very well in the chairs, either. Another accident waiting to happen. I can understand why she wouldn't want to sit in them after hitting her jaw. But, at least they appeared clean. Better than a certain Denny's could claim. I will say that the booster seats at Cracker Barrel are quite nice. They actually strap to the chairs. Learn something from your neighbors. If you want little ones to stay in their seats, provide a decent place for them to sit.
10. Do keep the fish tank. Boop has been talking about it for a few days. It was a nice distraction, even though it was on the other side of the room. Just don't expect little ones to not want to see it when they are sitting in their seats. And again, don't sit them by the kitchen so they block certain waitresses when the little ones have to go see the fishes again. Some restaurants even have pricey crayons and paper to occupy kids. Sure, it’s annoying when we parents have to pick crayons a million times when it becomes a game, but we’re actually pretty grateful about those crayon-dropping games. It means our child is relatively quiet and sitting in her seat.


True, my daughter is no angel. However, some places have a knack of bringing out the worst in her. And even the best child will have a meltdown now and then. Some relatively easy steps could avert crisis or make it less distracting to fellow restaurant goers.
Sincerely,
Boop's Momma

Monday, January 27, 2014

A Little Curl. 1-27-14

Why am I thinking of this?

There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead!
And when she was good,
She was very, very good,
But when she was bad,
she was...




Friday, January 3, 2014

Rolling in the New Year. 1-1-14

New Year’s Eve. I got up early, checked my Year End Report, and realized a whole section was missing. So, when Boop got up, we went straight over to my office. Thank goodness for the Wiggles. It kept her still long enough to get the last few entries.  However, the Wiggles can’t cure all of my ills. In spite of us being out in the morning and going out to dinner with a friend, she managed to:

1. Dump out a whole bottle of Baby Wash in the closet, as I was looking for clothes. I’m still holding my breath that it didn’t ruin my cute little, cloth-covered stool.
2. Flush a third of a roll of toilet paper down the toilet in one big mass. Thankfully, it wasn’t in the commode that continually gets clogged. I’ve already had to pull that toilet and plunge it multiple times.
3. Pee on the floor. She wants to run around naked, or at least without a diaper. No fun to attempt to get out of the carpet. Fortunately, I keep Winnie’s Nature’s Miracle on hand.
4. Take the top off the humidifier, leaving it on just enough to leak water all over the night stand. My phone and remote were laying in a puddle of water but are still functional, thank goodness.
5. She crumbled the bag of Life cereal, and then she dumped half of it in the floor before I could grab the bag out of her hand.


She didn’t take her nap until about 5pm; so it was a long, feisty day. Today, I got her down a little earlier. I’m trying to figure out what on earth she’s done to the TV this time. I finally have gotten a picture, at least, but it is very, very distorted. Oh, and this morning, we had our first Code Yellow at Target. Boop hid somewhere and nearly gave her momma a heart attack! Thankfully, it was early in the morning, few people were there, and she was quickly found. But, mercy sakes, I wanted to spank her! The worst part is that after the code, she came running to me along with a salesperson, hopping and giggling. ROTTEN!!

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Taking Stock at Month 20. 9-17-13‏

Here's what's happening with Boop at 20 months old:
Doesn't quite fit into these yet...

  • This morning she informed me, "Boop Winnie's Dog." I quickly followed up with "Winnie is Boop's dog;" however there is probably more truth to the former. Winnie still doesn't put up with much from Boop, and Winnie has Boop trained pretty well when it comes to dinner time. Boop is starting to catch on though. When it's something that Boop likes to eat, she tells Winnie in no uncertain terms, "NO," and "Go AWAY!"
  • It's a case of 'be careful what you wish for.' Boop isn't saying "NO" to everything these days. It's turned into an emphatic, "NO WAY!!" and is accompanied by a swinging arm to get rid of the offense. Trying to get her dressed in the morning is challenging. She doesn't want to wear clothes. It's pretty inconvenient as the cold weather is moving in. I get the swinging arms a lot. And she's pretty forceful when she throws her little body around.
  • When am I going to get time to take Winnie to the vet? She had another accident yesterday after a while of no messes in the house. I'm just starting to get caught up after a week of some flu-like virus, and now I need to get Winnie sorted. I wish I were back to 100% to manage it, but I still have this funky cough that picks up whenever I have a little activity.
  • The decks still aren't finished. I was hoping that I could get the back deck finished; so that we could set up Boop's inflatable pool. Now that the main area is finished, the temperature has taken a wee nose-dive, not getting above 70. Friday looked like it might hit 80, but now that has been revised downward. 

Monday, August 19, 2013

Discipline to Discipline. 8-16-13

Mentally, I had been preparing myself for the potential for Boop to have serious genetic problems. So far, so good on that front. I guess I wasn't as prepared for the more mundane toddler issues. ADHD seems a bit more common in the males in my family; so when I found out Boop would be a girl, I thought maybe I would side-step some of those issues. 


Those few minutes before she dumps everything out of her bowl
and throws the bowl in the floor.
I worked with 2 year olds at a daycare, and it was probably one of the most difficult jobs I've ever had (and I've had a lot!!). I had hoped that I had learned something in those 20 years since my daycare teacher days, to help me manage my own child. And folks kept telling me, 'it's different when it's your own child.' But Boop is a handful. When my aunt assured me that she would teach Boop the word 'no,' I had a little mental chuckle and observed her having about as much luck as me. For Boop, the word 'NO' is a special challenge, usually makes her giggle, and makes her even more determined to do what she shouldn't. 


At daycare this morning, the teacher said that Boop can give some dirty looks. And the most likely culprit is me, I guess. I'm perpetually trying to keep Winnie from biting Boop's hand off as Boop pats/hits Winnie on the head or tries to get x out of Winnie's mouth. It's all a game to Boop. I have a hard time of enforcing any sort of discipline on her. I worry that I'm disciplining too much; I worry that I'm not disciplining enough. I don't want Boop to grow up with an entitlement mentality. On the other hand, I get pretty frustrated with her sometimes and get caught up in the moment, which leads me to worry that I'm being too harsh. And when I see that she is making mean faces, I wonder if she is getting that from me; although I think the last one I saw came from my friend. 


The only thing that she really seems to respond to is time out. It's just as much a time for me to collect my thoughts and get her out of a situation than it is to discipline her. I put her into one of her high chairs for about 2 minutes and tell her she's in time out. I hate to restrain her, but I know she won't be able to be able to sit still on her own and don't want her to get hurt. Ideas? Is this something I just survive until she gets a bit older?

Monday, May 6, 2013

Ain't Misbehavin'. 5-6-13


Words I thought I’d never say, especially not at 15 months:



  • Boop, you cannot climb into the dishwasher.
  • Boop, you cannot step on the dishwasher door.
  • Boop, you don’t need that dirty fork. Let’s put it back in the dishwasher.
  • Boop, you cannot throw books at the dog’s head.
  • Boop, Winnie does not want you to touch her teeth.
  • Boop, of all of the yummy things Mommy gives you, why do you insist on eating dog food? I’m sure Winnie would gladly trade.
  • Boop, you cannot roll around and smear poo on the futon while Mommy is trying to change your diaper.
  • Boop, you either have to wear a diaper or use the potty. Those are your only 2 choices.
  • Boop, you just fell off the porch and rolled down the stairs. Do you really want to do that again?
  • Boop, who are you calling? We can’t call China tonight.
  • Boop, why did you change the channel? Mommy doesn’t want to watch the Home Shopping Network.
  • Boop, the toilet wand is not really a wand. It is not a toy.
  • Boop, let’s put the lint trap back. Mommy needs to finish drying the clothes.
  • Boop, please don’t dig in Mommy’s armpits. She hates that.
  • Boop, don’t yank Mommy’s hair out. It hurts Mommy.
  • Boop, stop throwing your head around. You made Mommy cut her lip again.
  • Boop, please don’t, please don’t, stop! Don’t! Don’t! Why did you dump your fruit cup on the floor?
  • Boop, you cannot get in the shower with your clothes on.
  • Boop, please don’t eat your socks.
  • Boop, you’ve got a boog. Let Mommy get a Kleenex. Wait! Don’t wipe your nose on Mommy’s—ew!—shirt. Hey, that wasn’t very nice!