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It takes a village…

…means more than simply applauding or criticizing parents as you see them at the store/park/doctor’s office.

I can’t tell you how many times I have had some complete stranger come up to me and say “I am just so pleased to see a parent who knows what they are doing!” or “Your children are so well behaved, good job!”.

I know they mean to compliment me, I get that they mean well, but I am always ticked off by their intrusion.

First of all, if my child is screaming his head off as I desperately drag him from the toy isle at Target it’s not necessarily because of some flaw in my parenting skills. It may simply be a bad day to have gone to Target. Much of my children’s good behavior stems from my ability to tell when taking them somewhere will end horribly, and then avoiding the trip. Some trips can’t be avoided, and even the most “perfect” parent will have to shoulder hoist their kids and race from the store in shame eventually.

Secondly, if my child is well behaved when you see them, your compliment to me feels like a derisive criticism of the poor parent whose kid melted down in the Barbie aisle when she was told she didn’t need another pink sparkling tiara. I don’t want to join you in criticizing that parent.  The only difference between her and me is luck. I don’t need to add to her already stressful existence by pretending that I am somehow more capable than she is because I managed to avoid the Barbie aisle entirely, or because I was able to make the birthday gift trip on a good nap day, instead of a no nap day.

Parenting is really hard work, and even at the best of times your kids can derail any plans you may have made. Normally quiet children can explode and throw themselves on the floor with little or no warning. You can train your children until you are blue in the face, they will still misbehave somewhere, someday. It’s developmental. It’s brain chemistry. It’s inevitable.

So please don’t thank me for “taking the time to parent my kids.” Most parents take the time to parent their kids. If you simply can’t refrain from comment, try complimenting my children, not me. “You two are behaving so well today!” would do the trick. After all, they are the ones who aren’t screaming on the floor, they deserve the praise. Better yet, show my kids how to behave and go ask the parent with the screamer if you can carry a bag for them, or open a door.

Show them some support, be a part of their village, and don’t judge.

Mango smoothie turns Denver Baby into Bee Magnet…

Lesa and I decided to take the kids to the zoo today.

It was cloudy and relatively cool (below 100) so we decided to walk the 12 – 15 blocks to the zoo, wander around for a while, eat lunch, and then walk back. We figured the worst thing that could happen was that we could be rained on.

Turns out there were worse things than rain, waiting for us at the Denver Zoo.

I was hot a few minutes into our zoo experience, so I ordered a mango smoothie from the Zoo cafe. It was sweet and cold, and Otter really liked it. So much so that I decided to pour a little into a small cup with a lid and a straw, and let him drink it on his own.

This, as it turned out, was a mistake.

We wandered into the rain-forest habitat, and left the drinks in the stroller. Then we wandered around toward the train for a ride around the zoo. We found the hippo enclave on the way and meandered over to see these cute and fierce beasts. I pushed Otter’s strolled up to the fence and watched him lean forward and “oooh” at the hippos.

Then to my horror I saw three bees fly into the stroller and onto my baby.

I slowly lifted the sun shade and looked at Otter. A bee crawled up under his neck. I looked closer and discovered his shirt was completely covered in the mango smoothie. He had managed to dump the entire contents of his drink onto his shirt.

Apparently the bees at the Zoo LOVE mango smoothie, in fact, it appears to be bee ambrosia. It may possibly contain bee pheromones. Whatever is in this drink, it turns bees into single minded sugar hunting strike teams of baby doom. That is, if your baby happens to be wearing this smoothie.

After a few terrifying moments of indecision I managed to get the bee off of him and quickly pulled the shirt off his head. I grabbed my water bottle and dumped it onto him, then wiped down his chest and tummy with a few baby wipes. I kept having to move the stroller around while cleaning him off as bees kept showing up to investigate the mango mess. Then I went looking for somewhere to wash his shirt off so I could put it back on and we could continue with our zoo visit. Everywhere I stopped the stroller, we were covered in bees. Every single time I slowed down, bees started following us. Bee would be flying around in the opposite direction and then suddenly reverse and head our way as soon as we passed by. I ended up leaving his shirt at the carousel, because when I set it down several bees swarmed it and began to feed on mango smoothie residue.

Needless to say, we ended up leaving the zoo, my shirtless baby asleep in his sticky stroller, chased by bees all the way.

If it’s not one thing…

It’s another.
So I am trying to find a job in Denver, get ready for a huge yard sale, and pack our stuff for the move back home when Otter develops a rash.
No biggie right? Just a little rash.

A little rash that is spreading to his legs and arms…

A little rash that is developing blisters on his hands and feet…

A little bit of the Hand, Foot, and Mouth.

Yup, inordinately painful and completely untreatable, this rash will last for 7-10 days, during which time he will be in pain while walking, nursing, crawling, sitting, lying down, and everything else.

So…. so much for work.

Instead I expect to spend much of my time helping my poor little man deal with these: