It is really hot out here right now. But I know that other people are suffering even more than our 100° heat (today, 102° yesterday), so I’m not going to bitch. I mean, it’s not like it doesn’t get hot here every frickin’ summer. (I don’t get people who still act surprised at the weather. It’s like, hello, have you lived here for any length of time? And you gotta like the heat a little to live out here in the first place, right? And it’s always the same people who are surprised that their house got flooded during the rainy season, when they’ve built next to a creek. Seriously, folks, watch the local news sometime.)
I digress. It got so hot here today that all our multiple fans and the one window AC unit (in the baby’s room) couldn’t keep us quite cool enough… and me and Keen went completely trailer trash. There was Keen on the couch with no shirt on and a spray bottle for “spritzing”. And then there was me. I was wearing a one piece romper left over from high school. I had originally bought it at a craft store and tie-dyed it myself; picture it as baggy, tank/shorts overalls… from the 80s… in tie-dye. So, OK, yes it’s totally old (like, oh my god) but it’s really loose and airy and let’s me get away with wearing just a sports bra and undies underneath. None of those clingy “layering” tees or any of the stuff they’re selling right now. Anyway. It got so hot I actually rolled down the overalls so they bagged around my waist, and held them in place with a hair clip, so my underwear wouldn’t show (too much). Then I walked around the house in my sports bra and baggy-butt overalls. How much more cholla could I get? All I needed was a cracked jelly jar and wine-in-a-box and it would just be like my childhood summers all over again.
By the time we gave up and escaped to Target to cool down (is there anything more pathetic than wandering around Target, nursing a mango smoothie, to avoid your own house? and yes, we got dressed before we went) I was congratulating myself that at least I had kept Chance from going ghetto. I might slip down that slope but I wouldn’t let him go. He, with the only AC and having had a nice leisurely nap in a cool room, was wearing an actual outfit consisting of a matching t-shirt, shorts, and sandals.
And then I saw it.
A baby… about nine to ten months old sitting in a Target cart… no shirt on, no shoes… gnawing on a full-size Snickers bar that was clutched in his mitts while his mom shopped.
Wow. I try not to judge. Truly. But that’s pretty bad. I know it’s hot, I know kids are cranky, but giving a baby a candy bar?
I’ll be having nightmares about babies choking on peanuts all night.
– the weirdgirl
Ha. At least you didn’t have him on a leash.
🙂 (Just kidding)
Hey! What’s wrong with boxed wine!!??
😛
It’s hard not to be judgemental. I mean, the sugar issie alone is scary, but you’re right- that’s a total choking hazard! A friend mentioned her niece giving their 8 month old table food, and bitchy or not I told the kid no peanuts or grapes. Of course, that was a friend’s family. I wouldn’t say that to a chick in Target. Although perhaps someone should.
ewwww at least give the kid a Three Muskateer, it’s less of a choke hazard. OH MY GOD I’m so kidding so don’t flame me. That is just so wrong to give a baby that young candy. And to think, I just about beat myself up for giving my 9mth old a tiny, pea-size chocolate ice cream the other day. I guess I’m an okay mom.
You know, I have no problems giving a baby table food after a certain age. (I mean, we fed Chance a little chocolate mousse from a French bakery at about the same age… he loved it! And then he threw up.) But certain things are just no-no’s, as Heidi pointed out. I mean, there are lessons all moms learn, and then there are LESSONS that should really be avoided, you know?
Nothing wrong with boxed wine. That and gallon jugs of wine always seemed to be around the house growing up. Oy. I just keep exposing my trailer-ish roots, don’t I?
(And no worries anyone. I totally thought I was going to get flamed for being snarky about the no shirt thing.)