I recently read an article about the challenges of flying with young children and was not surprised to hear that parents experience high levels of stress and anxiety from the experience; however, I was amazed at how much anger and resentment other passengers directed at the traveling parents. Some readers commented that parents were “selfish” to travel with young kids and that the kids should be “drugged” with Benadryl.
Peanut is very excited about her new "underwear". I
purchased some training pants today to test them out. I was going to
put them on after her nap, but she was insistent that she wanted to
wear "underwear" right then, so I gave in. We went to the toilet (she
didn't do anything, but I'm persisting with the routine) and I put them
on and explained to her that if she has to go, she should tell me and
we'd go together. She said no. When I asked if she'd tell Daddy, she
H and I have a system. I get up with
Peanut three mornings a week and he gets up with her four mornings a
week. Since he works until 6:30 or later most nights (and she goes to
bed at 7:30), it's a nice way for him to get an extra hour with her
(she wakes up at 7:30 and he has to start getting ready for work by
8:30). Today was his morning.
I recently discovered some great music for toddler age kids called MyTunes (www.artistrymusic.net/kids/mytunes). I found it for sale on iTunes and downloaded the first volume (MyTunes 1) to check it out. The music is so lively that you can't help but sing and dance along. My kids and I enjoyed making up movements to accompany the words. The Activity Reference Guide was an extra that I really appreciated. I used the suggestions to guide us in singing the songs. I am looking forward to taking this on our next family road trip.
Perhaps one that says "advice needed"? Because I assure you Ms. General Q Public, I'm doing just fine without it. Why is it that when people encounter parents, many of them feel the need to offer their advice or opinion? Here's what happened to me today:
Yesterday we had our first French class at the Alliance Francais (AF).
I took classes at the AF when I was in high school because I really
wanted to be able to speak French fluently. It worked. By the time I
graduated, I was bilingual. Unfortunately,
since then I have not had much of a chance to use the French I learned.
The beautiful thing about the AF is that the classes are truly French
immersion. As soon as you walk through the door, you will hear only
5:00AM: Doggie diarrhea spotted under high chair.
5:30AM: Screaming JJ wakes to a remarkably full diaper. Fortunately, no leakage.
Catch a whiff of something foul when lifting Casey out of his booster
seat. Giant poo log goes rocketing out of his shorts when attempting to
change. Poo everywhere.
My husband and I talked about having three children from the time we
knew that we would be getting married. Well, initially he wanted to
have six kids, but I managed to talk him down—thinking that six might
be just a bit too much to afford. Three seemed like a nice number.
I casually mentioned to H this morning
that we would soon be buying training diapers for Peanut. She pees on
the toilet between one and three times a day now (though she has yet to
poop). The thing is that she doesn't tell us when she has to go most of the time. He now thinks we need to buy training diapers this second. He's driving me crazy.
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