by
meredith carroll (blogs.babble.com)
We can all probably (hopefully) agree that the guy arrested last month outside of Seattle for allegedly punching a noisy, disruptive kid in a movie theater
was wrong to the nth degree. He could have moved seats, called the
theater manager or even waited in the lobby after the movie ended to see
if parents or guardians picked up the kids and then talked to them at
that time about their obnoxious behavior. But hitting the child? Just horrible.
However, what if you were in the movies with your kids and their pals and they were
the ones acting up? Do you do or say something? Is it ever your place
to discipline children other than your own, whether you know them or
not?
Because as a rule, unless you’re my kid’s teacher, I’d generally prefer you leave the disciplining of my children up to me.
A woman I know once put an acquaintance’s child in time out without
checking. She was annoyed the child had taken a toy from her child and
didn’t give it back even after repeated requests.
If someone similarly put my kid in a time out, I’d be just
short of apoplectic. If my daughter takes something and doesn’t return
it to you, you’re free to go and take it back. But you’re not free to
discipline her. Take it back, come and tell me, tell her she can’t play
with your kid anymore and walk away — but leave the punishment up to
me, thankyouverymuch.
I never presume to think that everyone has the same values as my
family — what’s right in your house might be wrong in mine. I also never
presume to think there are the same consequences for equal
transgressions from one family to the next. Taking someone else’s toy
doesn’t necessarily merit a time out in our house. We like to make sure
the time outs really mean something, and depending on a variety of
circumstances, it’s might not be the call we’d make in that situation on
that day.
If my kid is at your house and does something to offend your rules or
standards (that doesn’t include physically harming herself or anyone
else) and fails to stop after being asked sternly a few times, call me.
If I’m out of pocket, isolate my kid until I can be reached — and by
isolate, I mean park her in front of the a TV or give her some books to
leaf through. But don’t assume we necessarily agree on the appropriate
consequence to arguably inappropriate behavior to the extent that you
can discipline my child. Let me play bad cop — you can play
good cop. She doesn’t need extra bad cops in her life, especially since
she went to your house to have fun.
My older daughter is almost 4 and having some sharing issues of late.
She knows that when a friend comes over to play she is expected to
share all but a few special toys we put aside in the beginning. If a toy
struggle ensues, I let the children try to work it out amongst
themselves. If it can’t be managed, my daughter knows her friend will be
sent home.
Similarly, if she’s going to someone else’s house to play, I ask them
to call me to come and pick her up if she can’t manage to share.
Beyond that, a phone call to me is still the most appropriate course of
action if discipline is necessary. The only thing she’ll learn if you discipline her is that she doesn’t like you. I guarantee it.
When I see a strange child misbehaving I generally keep to myself. If
the behavior is affecting me in some way, I might look to see if
there’s parent or guardian nearby, or even ask the kids who they’re
with. But unless someone is in physical danger, I just don’t think it’s
my place to get involved beyond a few words of reproach if it’s really
merited. I’d mostly do what I tell my kids to do in heated situations,
which is: walk away.
The exception, I think, is for teachers. My husband and I chose our
older daughter’s preschool quite carefully. We know the protocol that is
followed in the event that she misbehaves, and by virtue of the fact
that we send her to school there almost daily, they have our tacit
permission to mete out any necessary punishment for behavioral
transgressions.
If I’m at the movies and a child other than my own but who is with me
were to throw popcorn, I would make the kid sit alone and then call
make a call to his or her parents. I don’t believe it’s my place to do
much more, just as I would appreciate other parents not doing much
beyond telling my child to cool it.
Some things are family-only affairs. Discipline is one of them
Do you think it’s ever OK to discipline other people’s children, whether you know them or not?
I absolutely love to find free, exciting events to take my girls and I love to find cheap deals for me and the hubby as well. Hope you can join me and my family as we go Out and About!
Monday, May 28, 2012
Friday, May 25, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
I Hate My Friend’s Kid
by
Jen at PIWTPITT (blogs.babble.com)
Do you know a mom that you love, but you hate her kid? Most of the time I’m on the opposite end of this scenario. I like the kid just fine, but the mom drives me bananas. Not this time.
I love Charlotte. She’s a lovely woman with a fun personality. I always laugh when I’m with her and have a lot of fun with her. She’s one of those moms with lots of energy and a sunny disposition and always up for an adventure.
I think that’s why it’s so hard when her son – let’s just call him Damien – is such a brat.
I don’t mean Damien throws the occasional temper tantrum or talks back or breaks something. I mean this kid goes out of his way to systematically torture the children around him – physically and emotionally.
I think Charlotte would call him “high spirited.” I would call him “psychotic.”
When our boys were 4, Damien would punch Gomer in the face. Not slap or smack, but punch. In his face.
Twice I caught him doing it. The first time I brought it to Charlotte’s attention and she asked Damien, “Damien, did you punch Gomer in the face?”
Damien conjured up the most angelic and innocent face I’ve ever seen on a child and said, “Of course not, Mommy. I love yooooou.”
He hugged her and kissed her. ”Oh, I love you too, sweetie. I’m sorry I had to ask you that,” she replied and gave me a look that said, Problem solved.
The second time, I cornered Damien and I said to him, “I’m on to you, Mister. The next time you punch Gomer, I’m going to let him punch you back. So get ready.”
He gave me an evil smile and said, “Then I’ll just hit him harder.”
I didn’t mention my aversion to Damien to any of our friends, because I didn’t want to talk behind
Charlotte’s back about her child, but one day I realized I wasn’t alone in my hatred of this kid.
My friend Carrie told me that her daughter, Jasmine, asked Santa to beat up Damien.
“That’s all she wants for Christmas. She’s scared to death of that kid,” Carrie confided.
After that several of us compared notes and quickly realized that we all felt the same exact way. We adored Charlotte, but we despised Damien and our children were deathly afraid of him!
Over the years I’ve distanced myself from Charlotte. It’s the only solution. I’ve tried talking to her about Damien’s behavior and she refuses to believe he’s a problem. Gomer is terrified of him and refuses to fight back and so I have to keep them apart. It’s awkward and strange to do things with just Charlotte. The other night we got together and she said, “We need to get the boys together!” I just sort of nodded and said, “Uh huh…but we’re pretty busy…”
It’s hard, because I like Charlotte a lot and I’d love to do more with her, but until she can control Damien, I just can’t be around her.
Do you have a friend with a child you can’t stand? What would you do?
Do you know a mom that you love, but you hate her kid? Most of the time I’m on the opposite end of this scenario. I like the kid just fine, but the mom drives me bananas. Not this time.
I love Charlotte. She’s a lovely woman with a fun personality. I always laugh when I’m with her and have a lot of fun with her. She’s one of those moms with lots of energy and a sunny disposition and always up for an adventure.
I think that’s why it’s so hard when her son – let’s just call him Damien – is such a brat.
I don’t mean Damien throws the occasional temper tantrum or talks back or breaks something. I mean this kid goes out of his way to systematically torture the children around him – physically and emotionally.
I think Charlotte would call him “high spirited.” I would call him “psychotic.”
When our boys were 4, Damien would punch Gomer in the face. Not slap or smack, but punch. In his face.
Twice I caught him doing it. The first time I brought it to Charlotte’s attention and she asked Damien, “Damien, did you punch Gomer in the face?”
Damien conjured up the most angelic and innocent face I’ve ever seen on a child and said, “Of course not, Mommy. I love yooooou.”
He hugged her and kissed her. ”Oh, I love you too, sweetie. I’m sorry I had to ask you that,” she replied and gave me a look that said, Problem solved.
The second time, I cornered Damien and I said to him, “I’m on to you, Mister. The next time you punch Gomer, I’m going to let him punch you back. So get ready.”
He gave me an evil smile and said, “Then I’ll just hit him harder.”
I didn’t mention my aversion to Damien to any of our friends, because I didn’t want to talk behind
Charlotte’s back about her child, but one day I realized I wasn’t alone in my hatred of this kid.
My friend Carrie told me that her daughter, Jasmine, asked Santa to beat up Damien.
“That’s all she wants for Christmas. She’s scared to death of that kid,” Carrie confided.
After that several of us compared notes and quickly realized that we all felt the same exact way. We adored Charlotte, but we despised Damien and our children were deathly afraid of him!
Over the years I’ve distanced myself from Charlotte. It’s the only solution. I’ve tried talking to her about Damien’s behavior and she refuses to believe he’s a problem. Gomer is terrified of him and refuses to fight back and so I have to keep them apart. It’s awkward and strange to do things with just Charlotte. The other night we got together and she said, “We need to get the boys together!” I just sort of nodded and said, “Uh huh…but we’re pretty busy…”
It’s hard, because I like Charlotte a lot and I’d love to do more with her, but until she can control Damien, I just can’t be around her.
Do you have a friend with a child you can’t stand? What would you do?
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Open Table names best South Florida restaurants for outdoor dining
By John Tanasychuk (http://weblogs.sun-sentinel.com)
OpenTable.com, the online reservation web site, just released its list of top 100 restaurants for outdoor dining across the country.
With 30 statewide restaurants, Florida was second to California for the number of top al fresco dining destinations. There are 19 restaurants on the list from Key West to Palm Beach Gardens. Winners were based on the opinions of nearly 5 million reviews submitted by Open Table diners for more than 15,000 restaurants.
Here are the South Florida winners: Bimini Boatyard Bar & Grill, Blue Moon Fish Co. and Chart House in Fort Lauderdale; GG’s Waterfront Bar and Grill in Hollywood; Rocco’s Tacos & Tequila Bar and Max’s Grille in Boca Raton; Dada, Deck 84 and Sundy House in Delray Beach; Renato's in Palm Beach; Vic & Angelo's in Palm Beach Gardens; A Fish Called Avalon in Miami Beach; Cafe Sambal and Red Fish Grill in Miami; JB's on the Beach in Deerfield Beach; Sundowners on The Bay in Key Largo; Trio on The Bay in North Bay Village; and Latitudes and Nine One Five in Key West.
For the complete cross-country list, log on to OpenTable.com.
With 30 statewide restaurants, Florida was second to California for the number of top al fresco dining destinations. There are 19 restaurants on the list from Key West to Palm Beach Gardens. Winners were based on the opinions of nearly 5 million reviews submitted by Open Table diners for more than 15,000 restaurants.
Here are the South Florida winners: Bimini Boatyard Bar & Grill, Blue Moon Fish Co. and Chart House in Fort Lauderdale; GG’s Waterfront Bar and Grill in Hollywood; Rocco’s Tacos & Tequila Bar and Max’s Grille in Boca Raton; Dada, Deck 84 and Sundy House in Delray Beach; Renato's in Palm Beach; Vic & Angelo's in Palm Beach Gardens; A Fish Called Avalon in Miami Beach; Cafe Sambal and Red Fish Grill in Miami; JB's on the Beach in Deerfield Beach; Sundowners on The Bay in Key Largo; Trio on The Bay in North Bay Village; and Latitudes and Nine One Five in Key West.
For the complete cross-country list, log on to OpenTable.com.
Monday, May 21, 2012
I am Sick! But I am fine. Really I am.
momsmiami.com
If I were a man I'd be in bed moaning. But I'm a mom so I have to be sunshine and roses and pretend nothing much is wrong. As a single mom, i don't have anyone to complain to anyway. Remember when your mom got so fed up she said "I don't want to hear it, talk to the wall." Well that's what I do, and it is/was more helpful then complaining either to my ex. The wall doesn't try to one up me with maladies. If I had a cold, he had tuberculosis; if I had a headache, he had a brain tumor.
And I see it's not just my ex who was afflicted with this man disease, I can see it repeating itself all over the Facebook feeds.
Besides, I prefer suffering alone.
When sick, I never complain to my daughter beyond, "Please stop banging the pots against the cat. I am not feeling up to it."
My child is yet too young to make healing chicken soup or masking gin & tonics.
Then I'll feed her, bathe her, help her pick clothes for tomorrow, make her lunch, read her two books and say our prayers. Then it's my time after I feed and soothe the cat. I can do some work or pamper myself.
Work always wins out.
Rather than feed a cold, I'm ignoring it, and so is the cat on my lap who apparently doesn't mind that my nose is dripping on his fur.
I went to work today and a parent-teacher conference. If a dragon needed slaying I'd do it. I'll be up at 6 tomorrow starting another day. I can't afford to miss a day of work. I need to hoard the days in case she gets sick. Or the cat gets sick. Or the car/internet gets sick.
Mother, heal thyself.
If I were a man I'd be in bed moaning. But I'm a mom so I have to be sunshine and roses and pretend nothing much is wrong. As a single mom, i don't have anyone to complain to anyway. Remember when your mom got so fed up she said "I don't want to hear it, talk to the wall." Well that's what I do, and it is/was more helpful then complaining either to my ex. The wall doesn't try to one up me with maladies. If I had a cold, he had tuberculosis; if I had a headache, he had a brain tumor.
And I see it's not just my ex who was afflicted with this man disease, I can see it repeating itself all over the Facebook feeds.
Besides, I prefer suffering alone.
When sick, I never complain to my daughter beyond, "Please stop banging the pots against the cat. I am not feeling up to it."
My child is yet too young to make healing chicken soup or masking gin & tonics.
Then I'll feed her, bathe her, help her pick clothes for tomorrow, make her lunch, read her two books and say our prayers. Then it's my time after I feed and soothe the cat. I can do some work or pamper myself.
Work always wins out.
Rather than feed a cold, I'm ignoring it, and so is the cat on my lap who apparently doesn't mind that my nose is dripping on his fur.
I went to work today and a parent-teacher conference. If a dragon needed slaying I'd do it. I'll be up at 6 tomorrow starting another day. I can't afford to miss a day of work. I need to hoard the days in case she gets sick. Or the cat gets sick. Or the car/internet gets sick.
Mother, heal thyself.
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