Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Not a drop to drink

I was leaving the downtown Target the other day via the underground garage, and passed by a pitiful sight.  There was a grandmother  with a full cart, admonishing her grandson, "Now, if you finish the drink I won't have anything to take my pills with, and that will make me upset."  This child was maybe 4 years old, and was drinking the drink as he was watching his grandmother talk to him.  

Note I didn't say listening to her, because he clearly wasn't.  He was still drinking.  Let's set aside the fact that this small child was drinking soda-- the diet of our nation's youth is an entirely different subject for another post.  He was clearly disobeying her, and she was tolerating it.  If she allowed him to continue, I have no doubt he would finish the drink-- and what reason did he have to think she was serious?  She was ensuring that he would not listen, and ensuring she would get mad.  

Trying to reason with a child of that age is simply ridiculous.  They don't have abstract reasoning skills yet.  Why set them up for failure?  Either give him his own drink, or when he is getting close to not leaving you enough, take it back.  He may cry, but you tell him you need the rest, and he has had enough.  Why????  Because you said so.  


Sunday, January 4, 2009

I need a 12-step program

I am a Journalspace refugee.  Well, my other persona is.  I always blogged more personal stuff at the Cheeseguy blog on Journalspace.  

I also futzed with the HTML to make it look nice, and I was really proud of that-- it took a lot of time!  Despite my other job consulting with doctors and technology, I'm really not much of a programmer.  I do consider myself a logical person, so trial-and-error with the HTML wasn't too awful.  I could definitely use a class... be sure to put that right at the bottom of my to-do list.  

Well, journalspace is no more.  We have moved Cheeseguy to blogspot, but now all the recoverable stuff has to be dealt with.  I am grateful to friends for helping us recover as much as we have, but Paris and Barcelona are mostly gone.  It's really hard to think about it at times.

So now back to real life- to 2009, and the hope that it will bring us a baby.  I know that will change everything, but I think we will be able to handle it.  Ah, the folly of the end of youth.