Power corrupts… absolute power corrupts absolutely.

Woman gets harassed and humiliated by airport personnel for use of a sippy cup.

Okay. What the hell are we becoming in this nation?
This poor woman was detained with her toddler for having and then spilling tap water from a sippy cup. She was harrassed and detained against her will, humiliated, and made to clean up the water, all because she said “tap water” instead of “nursery water” or “bottled water”.

WHAT THE HELL IS NURSERY WATER???!!! Has the transportation security administration transported us to a distant land when water takes on special characteristics if placed in a sippy cup from a nursery?

I can tell you this, I am tired of reading about people being humiliated and harassed by airport security personnel. I am tired of varying degrees of enforcement and the uncertainty of knowing what will or will not be allowed onto a plane each time you travel.

None of this actually protects us from terrorism, it simply allows petty ass-hats employed by TSA and airports to mistreat and abuse us.

If this ever happens to me, I am going to immediately ask for the names and badges of all involved and start talking lawyer. This crap should be illegal. If it were done in any other setting, it would be. You can’t even treat suspected shoplifters as badly.

Field Day… or not.

So Marlena was supposed to have Field Day today at Camp Arrowhead. She was very excited about running races and winning prizes (maybe, as she kept adding). Sadly, there was rain, lots of it, so they just went on a nature hike and played on some camp playgrounds. What really annoyed me was the attitude of the camp personnel. Her school had a rain day on Monday, but there was a scheduling snafu and Monday is a half day, so they wouldn’t have been able to go at all. The principal therefore insisted they do what they could today, rather than miss out altogether, but the staff was pretty snippy about it. One would think they would be able to get past that to give a great day to the kids despite the disappointing weather, but we are not all adults, regardless of age.

Marlena had a lot of fun though, Oliver and I came along for a little while to shoot some pictures:
Marlena shows some muscle:

Go Sister!

Marlena outside of school:

Marlena pushes the swing:

Marlena and Mr. Brown:

Sadly there was more rain at the end of the day, so the kids had to leave a little early and ended up watching movies, but they did get a lot of running around time and outside time, and all in all Marlena had a lot of fun. She is such an adaptable kiddo, always good at figuring out a way to be happy with what she has. She gets a blue ribbon in my book anyway!

What are uncles good for?

Human pacifiers! Yes ladies and gentlemen, in an act guaranteed to get him drooled on, Devon offered up his (freshly washed) pinkie finger to the crying Oliver in an attempt to allow me to cook dinner! It worked too! Oliver gracefully accepted this opportunity to slime someone other than his mother.

Whew! Oliver has begun to speak out against the putting down of babies. Now I don’t mean the insulting of babies, though I am sure he would be against that too, given his political leanings, I mean the setting down of babies. Oliver is of the strident and firm belief that all babies should be cuddled by someone warm and cooing at all times! He cares not for the crib, or the playpen, or the swing, NO! Only the arms of a living, breathing person (preferably a woman, as he is a boob man already) will do.

If one should be so foolish as to attempt to set down a baby in Oliver’s presence (usually Oliver), he will loudly proclaim to all present the unacceptable nature of that attempt.

He will accept a sling, or a snugly, but notice that there is no setting down of the baby in a sling or snugly, there is merely an additional mechanism by which the baby is attached to a living breathing person. I fear this trend will only continue as I found strongly worded propaganda hidden under his crib sheet this morning, obviously intended for mass distribution the next time we neared a park or Babies ‘R’ Us.