A Day Full Of Random Aha’s and Oh Yeahs.

I spent the day unplugged. Well, I should say, sans computer. But yes, I had my cell phone so I could make up for lost time due to yesterday’s Twitter fail. That BETTER NOT happen again. Build stronger firewalls. A laser defense system in the sky. Something!!

I spent the day at the park. With my sister, her boys, my youngest brat, and a friend of my sisters boys. We sat in the pavillion, in the shade, avoiding skin cancer at all costs. Also, while avoiding glistening…ok fine…sweating.

But it was peaceful. The kids were playing. There were no video games. No fights. No blogging…

It gave me time to think about stuff. Because while I twittered from my cell phone and ignored my sister, I was also deep in thought. Yes, I can do a few things at the same time, except don’t talk to me while I’m doing them or I’ll lose my mojo.

Anyway…

I was noticing that there is nothing. NOTHING. More perfect that the melody of children and their laughter on the playground. A symphony of giggles, snorts and titters of different notes and chords, echoing in the calm of the late summer air.
Except for that sour note. The shrill, shrieking, nails on a chalkboard sound of whining and crying. Throwing that symphony completely off key.
It’s those kids that make me want to stick my fingers down their little throats and pull out their vocal chords. Yeah, I’m a bitch like that. But I like my music on key.

The ice cream man showed up. And I gotta tell you I ate my bomb pop as eagerly as any 5 year old on that playground. I loves me some phallic looking frozen treat. 😉

Oh yeah…
I’m so pro-Breastfeeding. If it’s for you. It was something that I enjoyed…sometimes. But…if you haven’t already read my post regarding the Breastfeeding doll, please do. I’ll wait…
I hate that doll. Because our daughters are being taught way too much too soon. Between that doll, dressing like Brittney Spears for Halloween, watching girls like Jamie Lynn Spears in the news…
Our daughters are being sent the wrong signals. I’m NOT equating that doll with anything sexually. But I feel it peaks their curiosity at way too young of an age. Nursing is different than bottle feeding because it involves your breast. And unfortunately, society views the breast as a sexual object. Although I don’t see how milk coming out of a nipple can be anything other than food. But regardless. I worry that our daughters will wonder, too much, what it feels like to REALLY nurse a child…too soon. Which would lead to more teen pregnancies. Which will lead to girls dropping out of school to raise these babies. Which…
Oh hell. I could go on and on. My point is. For our children, it’s too much too soon. Our society. We bombard them with too information and stimulation at way too young an age. If this made any sense, it’ll be a miracle. And yes, I understand that it’s a European doll. Chances are it won’t make it to our toy shelves. But we aren’t Europe. And I’m not prude. Or tunnel-visioned. I just know that wrong is wrong. And a doll to promote breastfeeding to our BABIES. THAT is wrong. Let them learn from their mommies who are nursing their siblings.

Um…a big Aha AND oh yeah…
To our late night dog walking neighbor. How did you enjoy that show you got? Was the view acceptable or should we trim that tree a little more? How were the acoustics?
That’ll teach ya to walk your dog by our house during those hours.
Note to self…shut the blinds. Peeping Tom or whatever his name is, lives directly down the street from me. And he enjoys live shows.

How was your day?

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