Adults Steal Candy From 3 ½ Year Old!
Aren’t the holidays suppose to be about the kids??? Maybe food too but mainly about the kids….
Why is it that my 3.5 year old basically had candy stolen out of his hand twice by two different adults with infants at the Easter egg hunt today? Do these people have no shame? When did the world become so hard up that parents have to steal a tiny candy eggs from a child?
I admit times are tough, but seriously, the tiny egg is not going to prevent starvation or pay the mortgage. I really wanted to take those people out! My mommy instincts were beginning to click and I was about to stomp on their greedy hands and demand they give my son that piece of candy! But I kept my cool. People are just insane and candy is nothing to start a brawl over.
I don’t allow my kids to eat a lot of candy so the less candy they bring home the less I have to eat or throw away but that doesn’t excuse people’s rudeness. They have no idea that I don’t like my big ass (but that’s a whole other story in and of itself)!
Where is the line in the sand? I’m trying to teach my children sharing and manners and here we have a group of adults running through a playground trying to pick up as much candy as they can for their infants! Who are they kidding? The baby isn’t eating it, they are there for themselves!
Greedy bastards!
And people wonder what’s wrong with our youth. The greedy bastards will raise spoiled greedy bastards! Thank goodness my son doesn’t remember the greedy bastards – instead he remembers the race for candy, playing with his friends on the playground, and the beautiful sunny afternoon watching and flying kites!
The day ended in a wonderful way and hopefully all I’ll remember from now on is how much we enjoyed our family and friends today! I’ll take a lesson from my 3.5 year old and view the world from his eyes today! My holidays are about my kids!
Contributed by Guest Blogger Stacie H.
Bathtub Poop
My bathtub has turned into a training ground for the pool. Recent episodes of poo dumping while bathing have led my son to refuse going into the tub without a diaper. This might have something to do with me screaming…
“you did what??? Poooop… oh, that’s disgusting, get out of the tub now!!! That stuff will make you sick…!”
Okay, so maybe I overreacted a bit, but still, poop in the bathtub is flat-out disgusting. Especially when your kids still find enjoyment in sticking toys in their mouths and spitting water at each other for fun.
My rabid response to the situation while making both children wait for a fresh tub of water in order to be properly scrubbed might have something to do with my son’s hesitation to continue enjoying baths in his bathing suit.
However, in my desperate search for a clue, I have to admit that it took me a week to figure out what was going on. For a solid week, “E” refused to get in the tub which had previously been a favorite time of day. He would scream when I put him in the water; stand against the wall with one leg hanging over the side; or simply climb out of the tub and play from the sidelines.
Nothing I did to get him in the bath worked. After a week, I was desperate. His hair hadn’t been washed in a week – it smelled, and not that good kinda sweet Johnson & Johnson No More Tears residue smell, but the boy this kid stinks and when did his mother last bathe him kinda smell.
Well, at least he was still brushing his teeth so his breath didn’t stink too.
I was beginning to worry that his daycare would be calling DCFS if I didn’t do something soon. Bound and determined to enjoy a clean, smell-free child, I grabbed a swim diaper and threw it on.
Amazingly, the problem was solved. 30 minutes later, he was still playing and even occasionally, actually sitting in the water. It looks as if I may have scarred the child for life, but at least he’s clean.
Kids make perfect sense. But I still can’t figure them out…
Welcome to my life… the one that I wish I had a clue about. In fact, every day, I learn how little I know. This might have something to do with the two rugrats running around my house… seriously, one would think an educated adult could figure out the ramblings of a 2 year old. Or, teach a 4 year old that winning isn’t everything.
The truth is, my children baffle me. They are innocent angels one minute and montrous devils the next. Laughing and giggling turns into a temper tantrum of epic proportions over who gets to sit in mommy’s lap during storytime. A “fun” game of Hi-Ho Cherry-O’s turns into a scream fest when a spin of the wheel causes the loss of cherries back to the tree.
And, when did Hi-Ho Cherry-O’s turn into a game of Cherries, Apples, Blueberries and Oranges? It just doesn’t make sense. But we do get to practice our colors. As if the challenges of winning and losing are not enough for the average 4 year old heart to deal with.
Don’t get me wrong. My children are my joy – when they are not driving me crazy that is. There’s nothing better than an unsolicited kiss followed by “I love you”. Or, experiencing the pure joy of a 4 year old eating an ice cream cone from the blue short bus. (Yes, our ice cream man drives a converted, blue short bus around town. Good marketing though – you can recognize the bus a mile away!)
But it’s the random, unpredictable shifts in mood that confound me daily. Although, in reality, don’t we all feel this way. We forget to eat and we get cranky. Too little sleep equals short tempers. And not getting what we want causes frustration, sadness and depression. Don’t we all want to just scream sometimes?
In truth, kids make perfect sense. But I still can’t figure them out…
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