Posts about 'Parenting'

‘Bad Moms’ was surprisingly good

Sunday, November 6th, 2016

We watched Bad Moms after putting the children to bed last night. I had pretty low expectations, but it was surprisingly good.

We’re in the middle of the competitive whirlwind the movie portrays. It’s often unpleasant. This movie lets us be the hero.

Bad Moms was like Revenge of the Nerds for Gen-X parents. With more cursing.

The heartbreaking story of Trayvon Martin

Tuesday, March 20th, 2012

I’ve been following this story for days, but I haven’t been able to write about it because it’s so heartbreaking. Fred Clark has an excellent roundup of coverage.

Here’s the short version: It appears that a self-appointed “neighborhood watchman” in Central Florida saw a 140-pound black boy named Trayvon Martin walking back to his father’s house. Trayvon was openly armed with the can of iced tea and bag of Skittles he just bought at the store. The “watchman” called the police, who told him not to follow. The “watchman” then followed the boy, and minutes later, the boy had been shot dead. The “watchman” has not been charged. According to the state of Florida, he was “standing his ground.”

As a citizen, I’m generally in favor of strong second-amendment rights (a position that’s pretty rare here in Massachusetts), but the second amendment doesn’t give you the right to stalk, confront and murder strangers in the street.

Sad echoes of Hattie Carroll.

How to get the child to take Amoxicillin

Wednesday, February 14th, 2007

Last week, Sadie had an ugly ear infection, and as I drove into CVS, I was dreading the future. I knew we’d have to give her Amoxicillin three times a day for the next ten days. The pink stuff is not Sadie’s friend. It doesn’t taste good, it doesn’t smell good, and she doesn’t understand that she needs to take it in order to get better.

Ten days. Ugh. That’s thirty doses. Which meant we were condemned to thirty separate fits, totaling 600 minutes of wrestling, false starts, and misery.

Until I figured out how to do it better.

For a baby/toddler, you drop the pink stuff in the mouth with a little syringe-style dropper. The key to success is to draw a little air into the syringe before bringing in the pink stuff, eliminating the vacuum seal. What this means is that she can gently suck the pink stuff in instead of me having to squirt it down her throat. It’s much more pleasant for everyone, and after a time or two the whole process took less than a minute from beginning to end.

Then, we get to celebrate what a good girl she is, often with a rousing Donna Summer “I want the pink stuff, baby, this evening. I want the pink stuff, baby, tonight” chorus! Everybody wins.

Your mileage may vary. Any other tips? Leave a comment.

More about Amoxicillin.

[tags]Parenting, Amoxicillin[/tags]

The “screamy child on the plane” conundrum

Sunday, January 28th, 2007

AirTran Airways asked a Worcester couple to strap in their screaming three-year-old child into her seat. They refused, and the family was taken off the flight, undoubtedly to the delight of the rest of the passengers. Consumerist adds some interesting commentary.

I think I’m with the majority of the Consumerist commenters in agreeing that AirTran did the right thing. Although I certainly sympathize with the beleaguered parents, I think if I couldn’t get Sadie in her seat and strapped in for a takeoff we’d already delayed for fifteen minutes, I would have slinked off the flight in shame. I don’t think the rest of the world has a duty to suffer along with my problems.

[tags]Parenting, AirTran[/tags]