Your Children Are SO Well Behaved

While I'm vegetating on this superbowl Sunday pre-game I was thinking about something parent related that I wanted to share. It's the sexism that is involved in parenting. I work about 50 hours a week as Director of Operations for a call center. My husband stays home and takes care of our children. If they are well mannered, kind, play well with others, etc, it's because of the time and energy that he has put into them. It's not that I don't parent, but frankly I'm not here that much. I'm at work. So when we are out at dinner and people come up to compliment ME on how well mannered our children are, at how they didn't even KNOW there will children near them because they were so quiet - well needless to say it's frustrating to him. Now there is no way that anyone should assume that he is responsible. But maybe they should compliment us BOTH. Aren't chances just as good that we dump them at a sitter all day and we BOTH work 80 hours a week so some random caregiver is responsible for their good behavior? Or, equally, even if we both did work outside the home, couldn't we both be good enough influences to have created well behaved children?
Why is it that by default MOM gets the compliment?
It's nice to get the compliment, but maybe, just maybe, we should compliment both parents.
Just a thought. (But thanks for the compliments, Scott has raised some pretty well mannered boys).

Your Children Are SO Well Behaved

While I'm vegetating on this superbowl Sunday pre-game I was thinking about something parent related that I wanted to share. It's the sexism that is involved in parenting. I work about 50 hours a week as Director of Operations for a call center. My husband stays home and takes care of our children. If they are well mannered, kind, play well with others, etc, it's because of the time and energy that he has put into them. It's not that I don't parent, but frankly I'm not here that much. I'm at work. So when we are out at dinner and people come up to compliment ME on how well mannered our children are, at how they didn't even KNOW there will children near them because they were so quiet - well needless to say it's frustrating to him. Now there is no way that anyone should assume that he is responsible. But maybe they should compliment us BOTH. Aren't chances just as good that we dump them at a sitter all day and we BOTH work 80 hours a week so some random caregiver is responsible for their good behavior? Or, equally, even if we both did work outside the home, couldn't we both be good enough influences to have created well behaved children?
Why is it that by default MOM gets the compliment?
It's nice to get the compliment, but maybe, just maybe, we should compliment both parents.
Just a thought. (But thanks for the compliments, Scott has raised some pretty well mannered boys).

LET THE SUPERBOWL EATING BEGIN!

First off, have you met my sons Louis and Miles Atlas?
Okay, that ball is like one of the most fought over toys in the house. If you have ever been to Disney World you've seen them, these balls that they suspend over an air machine, some of them are huge. Santa delivered this one, and everyone loves it. Louis especially loves to show you where China is, because this is where we get our Chinese food from, or so he says.
We've begun our Superbowl feasting, starting our day with Cherry and Apple Turnovers.......YUMMY! There is only more food to come people. Let's go SEAHAWKS!

LET THE SUPERBOWL EATING BEGIN!

First off, have you met my sons Louis and Miles Atlas?
Okay, that ball is like one of the most fought over toys in the house. If you have ever been to Disney World you've seen them, these balls that they suspend over an air machine, some of them are huge. Santa delivered this one, and everyone loves it. Louis especially loves to show you where China is, because this is where we get our Chinese food from, or so he says.
We've begun our Superbowl feasting, starting our day with Cherry and Apple Turnovers.......YUMMY! There is only more food to come people. Let's go SEAHAWKS!

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Let's Go Seahawks LET'S GO!

I am ready for the Seahawks to EAT the Steelers tomorrow. Not that I believe this will happen, but I will be so AMAZINGLY happy if it does, I may NEVER Stop dancing.
I am ready for Superbowl Sunday. We've been watching "You're in the Superbowl Charlie Brown" in anticipation of the big game. Louis informed me at dinner that tomorrow is "A Football Holiday" and that this is why I don't have to go to work tomorrow.
The kid has remarkable insight. If football has a holiday, it's definitely TOMORROW!
GO SEAHAKS!!!!!

Let's Go Seahawks LET'S GO!

I am ready for the Seahawks to EAT the Steelers tomorrow. Not that I believe this will happen, but I will be so AMAZINGLY happy if it does, I may NEVER Stop dancing.
I am ready for Superbowl Sunday. We've been watching "You're in the Superbowl Charlie Brown" in anticipation of the big game. Louis informed me at dinner that tomorrow is "A Football Holiday" and that this is why I don't have to go to work tomorrow.
The kid has remarkable insight. If football has a holiday, it's definitely TOMORROW!
GO SEAHAKS!!!!!

Return to The Wang

Okay so life has been mad and I haven't been blogging.
I thought I would return (with Scott's encouragement to tell it) with a Lou story.
We picked up my mom from the airport last week. Louis and I went to the airport and picked her up around midnight. We sat in baggage claim patiently until all the people from her plane began descending down the escalators. Louis RAN across terminal shrieking "GRANDMA!" in joy and gave her a big hug.
Then he steps back.
Hikes down his jeans and pointing at his crotch yells "Look what I have! UNDERPANTS! I don't pee in my pants any more!!"
As I frantically pull his pants BACK up while all the passengers laughed, I had to admit it was funny.
When we got to the car he announces "Grandma, I am not supposed to show my underpants in public. I did it for a joke."
That's good stuff people.

Return to The Wang

Okay so life has been mad and I haven't been blogging.
I thought I would return (with Scott's encouragement to tell it) with a Lou story.
We picked up my mom from the airport last week. Louis and I went to the airport and picked her up around midnight. We sat in baggage claim patiently until all the people from her plane began descending down the escalators. Louis RAN across terminal shrieking "GRANDMA!" in joy and gave her a big hug.
Then he steps back.
Hikes down his jeans and pointing at his crotch yells "Look what I have! UNDERPANTS! I don't pee in my pants any more!!"
As I frantically pull his pants BACK up while all the passengers laughed, I had to admit it was funny.
When we got to the car he announces "Grandma, I am not supposed to show my underpants in public. I did it for a joke."
That's good stuff people.