Monday
04May2009
O HAI, MOMEEZ
Monday, May 4, 2009 at 11:42AM
Fellow parents and caregivers in my Monday Child Development Playgroup:
When you see a toddler running for a open door that you know leads to
Why on Earth would you not try to stop that child? While you all stood in a corner talking I was keeping an eye on Seamus as best I could (and he was playing nicely, until he wasn't), helping with clean-up and interacting with the preschooler that's aggressive with everyone, getting him to help. So imagine my surprise that when Seamus bolted for the door, ran through it and headed upstairs, you all stood there, even as I jumped up yelling "Seamus, no, no, NO!", and sprinted across the room to catch up with him.
You ever jump up and sprint in engineer's boots?, No? They have steel shanks and wooden heels, which is why my running was so loud, and probably contributed to my interruption of your chat. Apologies. They're kinda heavy.
And then later as we were preparing to leave, one of you stood in the doorway, holding the door open as he ran through it again. I did my best to not elbow you as I dove after him. It was not out of kindness.
You disappoint me. I love the playgroups from City College because they seemed more collegial than the groups through Parents' Place and Day One among others, where I'd pay to join in and every so often hear the judgmental tones of a mama who never sleep trained, never supplemented with formula because supply issues are imaginary, blah blah de blah blah.
I love our grotty church basement because while I can't converse with lot of you due to language barriers, I thought we all got along okay and watched out for each others' kids. It was our version of Ayun Halliday's playground crew in The Big Rumpus, without the broken glass in the sandbox like we have at West Sunset Park.
Ladies, Gentlemen, UR DOIN IT WRONGZ.
My son is one of the youngest kids in the group, and you watched him open a door and get out, gave me dirty looks when I went to retrieve him, and then let him out a second time. My baby may be bigger and stronger than some of your kids, but he's still a baby, and deserves the eyes of the herd. I contribute mine towards watching your children.
I still will, but take note: IM IN UR PLAYGRUP, JUDGIN UR ASSES.
When you see a toddler running for a open door that you know leads to
- A large kitchen with no child-proofing to the left
- A flight of stairs with an unlocked door leading outside to the right
- Two bathrooms that also lack childproofing
Why on Earth would you not try to stop that child? While you all stood in a corner talking I was keeping an eye on Seamus as best I could (and he was playing nicely, until he wasn't), helping with clean-up and interacting with the preschooler that's aggressive with everyone, getting him to help. So imagine my surprise that when Seamus bolted for the door, ran through it and headed upstairs, you all stood there, even as I jumped up yelling "Seamus, no, no, NO!", and sprinted across the room to catch up with him.
You ever jump up and sprint in engineer's boots?, No? They have steel shanks and wooden heels, which is why my running was so loud, and probably contributed to my interruption of your chat. Apologies. They're kinda heavy.
And then later as we were preparing to leave, one of you stood in the doorway, holding the door open as he ran through it again. I did my best to not elbow you as I dove after him. It was not out of kindness.
You disappoint me. I love the playgroups from City College because they seemed more collegial than the groups through Parents' Place and Day One among others, where I'd pay to join in and every so often hear the judgmental tones of a mama who never sleep trained, never supplemented with formula because supply issues are imaginary, blah blah de blah blah.
I love our grotty church basement because while I can't converse with lot of you due to language barriers, I thought we all got along okay and watched out for each others' kids. It was our version of Ayun Halliday's playground crew in The Big Rumpus, without the broken glass in the sandbox like we have at West Sunset Park.
Ladies, Gentlemen, UR DOIN IT WRONGZ.
My son is one of the youngest kids in the group, and you watched him open a door and get out, gave me dirty looks when I went to retrieve him, and then let him out a second time. My baby may be bigger and stronger than some of your kids, but he's still a baby, and deserves the eyes of the herd. I contribute mine towards watching your children.
I still will, but take note: IM IN UR PLAYGRUP, JUDGIN UR ASSES.
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