Post by yellowcardigan on May 12, 2012 17:37:51 GMT -5
So the loud talking is pretty rude, but I don't see any issue with the goldfish/play-doh. If she didn't have those things you probably would have complained about a cranky toddler instead...
I just can't wrap my brain around putting a handful of a snack on a (strange, recently walked on by hundreds of people) floor for my kid to eat. Or giving a kid play doh to use on a carpeted floor. Are these not weird things to anyone else?
a) it builds immunity (at least that's what I tell myself when my kid eats shit off the floor b) what is pay-doh going to do to the carpet? humor me as we have bamboo here
I was once at a wedding reception, sitting at my table, and smelled poop. I turned around and a woman at the table behind me was changing her baby's diaper. On the dining table.
I was once at a wedding reception, sitting at my table, and smelled poop. I turned around and a woman at the table behind me was changing her baby's diaper. On the dining table.
When I went to DS#3's HS graduation I was more appalled at the behavior of the graduatee's friends than I was with the little kids My GD was great--I was impressed at how well-behaved she was for the grueling 90 minutes. Graduation is a painful process even when you don't have little peeps to bring along.
"Why would you ruin perfectly good peanuts by adding candy corn? That's like saying hey, I have these awesome nachos, guess I better add some dryer lint." - Nonny
I just can't wrap my brain around putting a handful of a snack on a (strange, recently walked on by hundreds of people) floor for my kid to eat. Or giving a kid play doh to use on a carpeted floor. Are these not weird things to anyone else?
They're going to end up on the floor anyway. So, unless she hand feeds her child one by one, there is going to be some floor involved.
I don't feed my child from public floors, but it happens.
I was once at a wedding reception, sitting at my table, and smelled poop. I turned around and a woman at the table behind me was changing her baby's diaper. On the dining table.
were they the disgusting Bumpies from 12-24 who maintain that this is fine in a restaurant with no changing table?
I was once at a wedding reception, sitting at my table, and smelled poop. I turned around and a woman at the table behind me was changing her baby's diaper. On the dining table.
were they the disgusting Bumpies from 12-24 who maintain that this is fine in a restaurant with no changing table?
I changed DD's pee diaper at a Wendy's booth because they didn't have a changing table. We were driving for 11 hours and I was LIVID. I didn't give a fuck about a single diner's experience, I can tell you that. And I'm sure I elicited a few choice words before, during, and after.
So...in short, eat a dick if you don't like the fact that I had limited resources and time. And there should have been a fucking changing table.
I changed DD's pee diaper at a Wendy's booth because they didn't have a changing table. We were driving for 11 hours and I was LIVID. I didn't give a fuck about a single diner's experience, I can tell you that. And I'm sure I elicited a few choice words before, during, and after.
So...in short, eat a dick if you don't like the fact that I had limited resources and time. And there should have been a fucking changing table.
Would you do this at a wedding, where dozens of people are dressed up, eating dinner on a tableclothed dining table, in the middle of the room?
I changed DD's pee diaper at a Wendy's booth because they didn't have a changing table. We were driving for 11 hours and I was LIVID. I didn't give a fuck about a single diner's experience, I can tell you that. And I'm sure I elicited a few choice words before, during, and after.
So...in short, eat a dick if you don't like the fact that I had limited resources and time. And there should have been a fucking changing table.
I'm sure in spite of my above statements this is going to come off judgey, but I swear I don't mean it to - I'm (obviously) ignorant about kid stuff. That said... why would you not change her in the car or something? I say this because I vividly remember my mom changing the above younger (college graduate!) brothers diaper in the back seat of the car on many occasions.
The car was chock full of cross country driving packed shit. And a 100 pound dog. They should have had a fucking changing table!
I changed DD's pee diaper at a Wendy's booth because they didn't have a changing table. We were driving for 11 hours and I was LIVID. I didn't give a fuck about a single diner's experience, I can tell you that. And I'm sure I elicited a few choice words before, during, and after.
So...in short, eat a dick if you don't like the fact that I had limited resources and time. And there should have been a fucking changing table.
I'm sure in spite of my above statements this is going to come off judgey, but I swear I don't mean it to - I'm (obviously) ignorant about kid stuff. That said... why would you not change her in the car or something? I say this because I vividly remember my mom changing the above younger (college graduate!) brothers diaper in the back seat of the car on many occasions.
Was it back before people used car seats? There is not enough room in the backseat of our car, since the car seat is in the center.
Post by statlerwaldorf on May 12, 2012 19:38:34 GMT -5
I read one of those parenting articles on riding on planes with toddlers and they recommended giving them Play Doh. I don't understand taking toddlers to graduation ceremonies unless you absolutely have to. I hired a babysitter for my brother's graduation. It was crowded, hot, and miserable. I was cranky, so I can't imagine how DD would've handled it.