Prenatal Classes and DVDs
Friday, November 18, 2005
4 Year old got the Madagascar DVD this week; his absolute favourite; loves loves the movie and carries the case around with him. The DVD is full of special features and he navigates through the menus like an expert. I watch and have no idea what he is doing. And he knows I don't know. A condescending tone creeps into his voice...mooom, you don't know what you're doing. I can hardly disagree, but he's being disrespectful so I get annoyed. Our stubborn selves clash. He starts to melt down because something isn't working; the thing is skipping. Mr. C. has just left for work. The babe is crying; needs to be fed. I call on the cell. Mr.C. is not even at the end of our street. Turns around and comes back to fix the DVD. To the rescue. 4 year old and I exchange looks.
I am convinced that prenatal classes should teach you useful things like how to carry a baby seat without wrenching your back, how to properly clean a DVD so it doesn't skip, how to make the perfect grilled cheese sandwich, what are the best ways to get spit-up out of the carpet...; you get the idea; stuff that would really help me out here. All that birthing breathing stuff didn't help me a lick, and it's all over in a matter of hours (or days), anway. It's the next 18 years that I'm more concerned about.
I am convinced that prenatal classes should teach you useful things like how to carry a baby seat without wrenching your back, how to properly clean a DVD so it doesn't skip, how to make the perfect grilled cheese sandwich, what are the best ways to get spit-up out of the carpet...; you get the idea; stuff that would really help me out here. All that birthing breathing stuff didn't help me a lick, and it's all over in a matter of hours (or days), anway. It's the next 18 years that I'm more concerned about.
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1:39 PM
SuperUncle;
You sweety, fast forwarding through the scary bits...it scares my son, too.
And they really do know too much. The other night at the parent-teacher interviews, his teacher told me that she feels like letting him just goof off half of the time because he already knows so much. Everyone wants their kids to be smart, but not a smart alec, eh....
And isn't it pubbing time in Britain right now? Or are the pubs still closed in that immediate after work time to get men home to their wives (a few years back in London we discovered this)...